Some of the Dharma
Somewhere in Germany….
Getting there is good. Getting there being who you are is the most.
Water, woman, running, springtime, seed. How we go on…
"I always loved the sound of accordions..."
-Dale Chihuly
Trailer for “38 Minutes”: stories from the false ballistic missile alert in Hawaii in 2018.
There is a very long story behind this brief film. Ask me about it some time...
"You only have so much time... to taste the richness..."
"I want to bring the sky into your own personal space..."
"It's completely open: explodes!- boom! and goes- I don't know- to the cosmos... "
- Dino Saluzzi
Part 3 of this little film-shot in real time- is one of my favorite pieces ever.
Still feeling the ripples.
Elad/Mamnoon
Anna/Mamnoon
Prayer For The Blank Page
What is your lack?
Talent? Drive? Material?
Spare me.
Time is chicken in a cage.
If you piss off the porch long enough
you’ll kill winter you’ll
nudge wallflowers to the dance floor
for a watusi or two. Maybe a tango.
Kick off your shoes.
Do the hully gully. Do the hokey pokey.
Do the limbo arms akimbo.
Moonwalk. Do the meat stick.
Twist shake jerk.
Do the chicken noodle soup.
Limber up that pencil.
Flood your keyboards with sunlight.
We’re all wallflowers.
Clear the galaxy.
Cue the music.
Thibaudet wore great shoes. Satie's Trois Gymnopdies reverberated deep in the crowd thick quiet.
" ... it's why our blood runs red..."
-Bob Kramer
A few of my favorite things: Northwest Film Forum and (of course) Michael Siewerath.
Someday, someone will give me the money to complete the feature film about Chad: worldclass climber and extraordinary human.
It was thrilling to interview Turrell- a bonafide American original. But this wasn't the film I wanted to make. Now it's just another flawed piece...
This is a clip from a longer work about the great Argentine composer/bandoneonista, Dino Saluzzi. A completely hand made film but I'm proud of this one. Get in touch if you want to see more.
Leslie Chihuly is one cool chick. This was a lavish, soulful swinging night on Seattle's working waterfront.
It didn't feel like history at the time. It felt like community. But it was both. You were lucky if you did. And I did many times.
That moment when you realize the person in front of you is incapable of bullshitting... how scary it is.