I didn’t plan to make a film about light. I planned to make something smaller. Safer. Maybe a quiet “coming-of-age adjacent” reflection about a mother watching her daughter turn sixteen.
Continue reading…SIXTEEN: How I built a film out of light, memory, and a lifeguard in a desert.
The other day I found myself staring at yet another YouTube Short filled with giant animated captions. Every word bounced. Every sentence flashed. Every thought was highlighted, underlined, colorized, and
There’s a moment you hit in AI video work where everything looks like it should be working… but isn’t. The shots are beautiful.The lighting is right.The camera language feels almost
Continue reading…Making AI films feel like cinema (and why identity breaks when you let it breathe).
I sat in the quiet of my Palouse studio last night, watching another 3-minute vertical short take shape on the Kdenlive timeline. The characters blinked, the rain fell naturally, and
Continue reading…How I built a $3.75 AI micro-drama pipeline that actually feels alive.
A few days ago, I posted two AI microfilms. Then I waited. Not dramatically. Not refresh-refresh-refresh waiting. Just the normal kind of waiting that creators do after releasing something into
There’s a strange moment in this project where I stopped thinking in terms of inspiration entirely. No “idea struck me.”No character appeared.No story unfolded in the traditional sense. There was
“To be understood without feeling exposed.” That line stopped me cold. Not because it was clever. Because it felt true. I had been experimenting with an imaginary conversation between two
Continue reading…How I turned an imaginary conversation into a fairy tale.
“Interesting infusion of color and imagery. Is that an original song and poem?” The answer was yes. But that answer barely scratches the surface of what actually happened. This project
The project started with a song. Then it became three songs. Then somehow it turned into a blues rock opera about longing, recognition, and two people inhabiting completely different emotional
Continue reading…I thought I needed more video. I needed more images.
There’s a strange moment in this kind of work where you realize you are no longer “making a video.” You are building a nervous system. Not metaphorically. Practically. Shot by
Continue reading…Red silence, blue silence, and the moment I stopped trying to make meaning behave.
The project started with a problem. Actually, two problems. The first problem was that the video was boring. The second problem was that the poem wasn’t. Stephanie wrote a spoken-word
Continue reading…How a healthcare poem turned into a paper cathedral
It arrived like a signal. Not a “here is my work” signal. More like: “I don’t usually do this, but here is the part of me that still writes when
Continue reading…Stephanie’s poem manifesto didn’t arrive like content.
There’s a specific kind of frustration that feels like staring at a door that almost opens. Not locked. Not broken. Just… uninterested in you. That’s what this project became. Two
I sent an email and then immediately became a Victorian ghost haunting my own phone. Not externally. Externally I was extremely mature and reasonable. Internally? Every notification sound became a
Which, honestly, sounds less like filmmaking and more like a nervous breakdown sponsored by Adobe. This entire video started because I was listening to The Logical Song again late at
I was halfway through the Film Score Collection Vol. 3 video course when the instructor casually dropped it: the famous 4-6-1-2-1. He called it a “walking up chord progression.” Something
Continue reading…I fell in love with a chord progression I can’t play.
There’s a moment in the original 3 Doors Down song Kryptonite where the singer asks: “If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?” And somewhere along the
“Do you feel understood?” That was the sentence that detonated the entire project. Not in a dramatic Hollywood way. More like a tiny crack appearing in reality that suddenly lets
Continue reading…How I turned “Fix You” into a liminal AI dream about being understood.
I sat in the dark after the crash scene rendered, staring at two faces inside broken helmets. A rugged driller pressing tape to a woman’s thigh. Her brown eyes meeting
Continue reading…Turning a crashed rocket and three years of loneliness into a 2:36 love letter.
