A few days ago I accidentally got into an argument with an AI. Not about politics. Not about technology. Not even about AI. About Stephanie. Or more accurately, about the
Continue reading…SOFT SIGNAL: I thought I was defending intuition. I was actually defending faith.
There’s a strange moment that happens when a project stops feeling like “a video” and starts feeling like a ritual. Not in a mystical way. Not in a dramatic way.
Continue reading…Tonight: building a myth out of broken signals and alchemical silence.
“Well I’ll be damned.Here comes your ghost again.” Some songs don’t tell stories. They summon them. A few days ago I found myself listening to Joan Baez’s Diamonds and Rust
Continue reading…How I turned Diamonds and Rust into a ghost story.
Sometimes a project arrives disguised as something else. I thought I was making a video about connection. Then I thought I was making a video about loneliness. Then I thought
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
