1.

It's just my opinion - but I tend to agree with it.

2.

this filmmaking thing is not my career.

Art in general.... not my career.

I don't think it has ever been anybodies.

It is my religion.

my blessing to suffer

It applies to, and is applied out of, all things in my known realm

of all my senses - be them 6 or 11

It is approached with the same fire of a noble cleric, priest, rabbi, monk or soothsayer from any philosophy that is driven by something other than greed and public opinion

The judgements of the weak pale in the face of the judgement from that which drives my exploration

The blindness of fools has no bearing on the integrity, sacrifice, criticism, sincerity and irony of my individual pursuit

In this craft I propose nothing new
and simultaneously propose immense leaps of evolution and originality

It is all things to me
It is love

loss

whimsey

spirituality

masturbation

honesty

torture

humor

dark light

and light darkness

selfishness and sociology

it is absurdity

forgiveness

war

ecstacy

and politics

condition and conditioning

fanaticism

therepy

fun

ego and altruism

Hypocrisy

philosophy

morality

cleanliness
and it is oh so fucking filthy

these things are tests of balance

the meter of past and future enacted among the instance of the present

My reverence for this adolescent lady Cinema is all.

All things colorful, especially in color's absence

it is sculpture and dance and fashion and music and poetry and light and collage and
spinning plates and tight rope walking and living truthfully under imaginary
circumstances - that upon there creation cease to be imaginary

It is process

perception

and beyond any explanation that my level of eloquence could offer.

But it is a sensation that eludes
the complacent

the submissive

the cynical

the product peddlers

the bounty hunters

the glamour grabbers

the status vampires

the walkers through revolving doors

But, no energy for blame. The onslaught of this hive is mistaken only in it’s short
sighted self importance.

Like scotch tape on the twin towers

The delusion of sway

and I am humbled by my empathy for their shackles.

planted and sewn in the cult of righteousness -
That ancient trend of everlasting irrelevance.

And star crossed social dissent does not come with any loop holes

This life of the maker is engulfed in an infinitely singular moment

an inextinguishable blaze of that isolated attempt at communication

always in the hand and still exquisitely unattainable

it is bigger than you and me and yet is entirely of us all.

It is love and hate in a permanent stale mate

The illness of idealism

The toilet that smells of frankincense - flushed with conviction.