"I just wanted to touch base and make sure everyone's still an artist this morning."

-- Meridel, the only professor not even from my faculty, at almost the end of my time here in this school, who's ever asked me why, why are you making this image, why are you making a film, why are you making work

I muster up a couple of lines from my last letter to Olivia, the best most honest answer I could manage in that immediate moment, to which she replies, with a great conviction I have never seen in any other teacher, "marvelous," and the past week began to make sense again

struggle breeds creativity
a fair trade-off

天上看，满天星。地上看，有个坑。
坑里看，有盘冰。坑外长着一老松。
松上落着一架鹰，鹰下坐着一老僧。
僧前点着一盏灯，灯前搁着一部经。
墙上钉着一根钉，钉上挂着一张弓。

说刮风，就刮风，刮得那男女老少难把眼睛睁。

刮散了天上的星；刮平了地下的坑；
刮化了盘里的冰；刮倒了坑外的松；
刮飞了松上的鹰；刮走了鹰下的僧；
刮灭了僧前的灯；刮乱了灯前的经；
刮掉了墙上的钉；刮翻了钉上的弓。

只刮得：星散 坑平 冰化 松倒 鹰飞 僧走 灯灭 经乱 钉掉 弓翻 还不停

a hallucination, an all-too-vivid nightmare, voices others cannot hear, a spiritual calling, a déjà vu, a time paradox, an irrationally intense emotion that seems to come from another body that is not one’s own, a memory that seems to slip out of grasp the more one tries to remember it...

"I make a lot of stupid appointments that I make sound important. I am always afraid I'm not going to know what to do."

-- Frank Gehry, Sketches of Frank Gehry

night after night pleading with an unknown higher being, take me out of this malaise

"I just wanted to touch base and make sure everyone's still an artist this morning."

-- Meridel, the only professor not even from my faculty, at almost the end of my time here in this school, who's ever asked me why, why are you making this image, why are you making a film, why are you making work

I muster up a couple of lines from my last letter to Olivia, the best most honest answer I could manage in that immediate moment, to which she replies, with a great conviction I have never seen in any other teacher, "marvelous," and the past week began to make sense again

struggle breeds creativity
a fair trade-off

天上看，满天星。地上看，有个坑。
坑里看，有盘冰。坑外长着一老松。
松上落着一架鹰，鹰下坐着一老僧。
僧前点着一盏灯，灯前搁着一部经。
墙上钉着一根钉，钉上挂着一张弓。

说刮风，就刮风，刮得那男女老少难把眼睛睁。

刮散了天上的星；刮平了地下的坑；
刮化了盘里的冰；刮倒了坑外的松；
刮飞了松上的鹰；刮走了鹰下的僧；
刮灭了僧前的灯；刮乱了灯前的经；
刮掉了墙上的钉；刮翻了钉上的弓。

只刮得：星散 坑平 冰化 松倒 鹰飞 僧走 灯灭 经乱 钉掉 弓翻 还不停

a hallucination, an all-too-vivid nightmare, voices others cannot hear, a spiritual calling, a déjà vu, a time paradox, an irrationally intense emotion that seems to come from another body that is not one’s own, a memory that seems to slip out of grasp the more one tries to remember it...

"I make a lot of stupid appointments that I make sound important. I am always afraid I'm not going to know what to do."

-- Frank Gehry, Sketches of Frank Gehry

night after night pleading with an unknown higher being, take me out of this malaise