Every day I wake up and I know I’ll be making and posting a short film that day.
I don’t know what it’s going to be and that is completely terrifying.
There’s a slight internal pressure until I get started. Then there is a tiny spark of an idea and I start shooting.
I take a shot here and there, I mic up and experiment a with a character and some lines.
I simply take the next step, then the next and the next; gathering material, looking for things that light me up or make me laugh. Before I know it I’m in the editing phrase (the best part) and I can’t believe I’ve done it again. I made a thing that didn’t exist before.
Each morning, I’m afraid the spark won’t come. And sometimes it hasn’t. But I must take the first step forward anyway.
It’s been the most liberating and illuminating artistic endeavor of my life. When there is no other option but to deliver.
You deliver.
