I'm a filmmaker and a thinker. I write about films sometimes but mostly I write about work, scrubbing someone else's toilet, steaming a seven thousand dollar gown, or making a drawing. I am trying to figure out how to create the perfect mushroom cloud with low impact explosives for a character of mine who is less interested in the explosion than the aftermath in the air directly above. My films are the only place I feel safe enough to express how strange I really think this world is. I always see something interesting in the waitress or the motel lawn, the Japanese fruit vendor's ingenious hydraulic cart made with milk crates and plastic bags on a four wheel rudimentary dolly. My acupuncturist's furrowed brow when concentrating on the needles she's poking in me and her neglected beehive because of issues to do with keys. I write things and keep waiting for the money to make them. What happens in church basements and with mental illness. Addicts, lovers, people in pain. But soon I won't wait anymore, I'm collecting money for digital equipment and wireless mics. Soon I will shoot and write more about that.