“Being an artist means not having to avert one’s eyes.” — Akira Kurosawa
T'was the night before Christmas, or so we believed. Good children were snug in their beds and dreaming of sugar plums, or whatever kids dream of in the current year. Jimmy Jones was in the backyard with a disposable lighter, setting fire to a letter he found slipped under his bedroom door last week.
Sometimes big plans never escape the dank rooms they're made in.
I only got five bucks, but I earned a valuable and unforgettable experience. Not to mention a cool online kudos from a famous actor.
We did not win any awards in either competition
One of the reasons I took so long to come back could be that this next part is sort of a sad story.
While this might not be my favorite short film I have made, it is certainly the one I appreciate the most for the work that the awesome cast and crew put into it.
I wish I could say that watching that again was therapeutic, but it would make me a Liepard.
My professor warned me that it would not work, and I can now say with absolute certainty that he was right.
Did you see that? They were walking backwards. I hadn't even heard of Twin Peaks yet.
