I used to think every stage needed heavy guidance. Then I started treating the still and the video as two different animals. The still demands precision. The video often demands
Continue reading…I stopped over-prompting the video and the motion came alive.
Sometimes a project doesn’t begin with an image. Sometimes it begins with a single word. This one began with “fuchsia.” Not the flower. Not the paint chip at the hardware
Continue reading…FUCHSIA: How I built a color lexicon one emotion at a time.
I have always been fascinated by the moment when a ridiculous idea crosses the border into reality. Not a good idea. Not a sensible idea. A wonderfully weird idea. The
Continue reading…POETRY IN MOTION: How I cloned a rock star with AI… for science.
Sometimes an entire project begins with a sentence so small you almost miss it. This one began with five words. “Sky blue. Like the lighter days.” I couldn’t stop thinking
Continue reading…SKY BLUE: How a patch of blue became a poem.
The strange thing about AI filmmaking is that sometimes I start with an idea, and the machine quietly hands me back something deeper. This project started with a simple question:
Continue reading…VELVET LONGING: I made a noir love story with a ghost who isn’t dead…
There is a strange place where creativity lives. It is somewhere between a feeling you cannot explain and a picture that does not exist yet. This project started there. A
Continue reading…THE MESSAGE: I made an AI love letter that nobody was brave enough to send…
The first line of the song was simple: “Quiet proof that you were here.” That was the whole idea. Not a grand love story. Not a dramatic breakup. Not two
Continue reading…AWAKENING: I chased a feeling through Paris with an AI orchestra.
I have a theory. The loneliest place in the world isn’t an empty room. It’s a crowded train where nobody looks up. Those sentences grabbed me. It was the spark
Sometimes a project chooses you. This one certainly did. It began with a song about parenting. Beautiful lyrics. Honest lyrics. The kind that don’t need fireworks because they already carry
Continue reading…REMEMBER: How I turned a Mother’s Day song into a cinematic short film.
Some videos begin with a script. This one began with a memory. Years ago, a friend and I shared one of those wonderfully moments that could never be explained properly
Continue reading…CAPTAIN AND THE STORMY SEA: How I turned a poem into a pirate love story.
I thought I was making a video about death. I wasn’t. I was making a video about paying attention. The project started with a simple poem by TrevinPoetry. Michael Caine’s
There’s a moment in every workflow where you stop feeling like an artist and start feeling like a traffic controller in a collapsing airport. Mine arrived somewhere around image 24.
Continue reading…OXYGEN: How I learned to stop worrying and let AI videos break my brain gently.
Twenty-three iterations later, I discovered I had actually been writing a character. The embarrassing part is that I didn’t realize it until a week later. There’s a peculiar kind of
Continue reading…SUBTERRANEAN: I thought I was writing a piece of music.
I set out to make a three-minute AI short inspired by a poem by Whitney Hanson. The idea seemed beautifully straightforward. A woman strips away everything she thought she was
Continue reading…PAGE22: How the AI changed my film without asking permission.
There’s a very specific kind of silence that only exists in hospitals at dawn. It isn’t peaceful. It isn’t chaotic either. It’s the moment where the world hasn’t decided what
There’s a strange moment that happens right before everything goes sideways in a creative project. It’s quiet. Almost polite. Like the work is still pretending it’s under control. That was
Some videos arrive fully formed. This one argued with me for a few hours. It started with a handful of private messages, wandered into philosophy, took a detour through psychology,
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.