• All About a Boy

    On March 3, 1978, in the only hospital in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, I was born into this world kicking and screaming, and my parents often remind me that I haven't changed much since. I choose to take that as a compliment. My kicking and screaming isn't a vulgar retaliation against the injustices of this world that have caused me great suffering and misfortune, for I've lived a truly blessed life. Wonderful parents, wonderful siblings, wonderful friends. I even had a wonderful dog once, but he ran away. And I've had my fair share of wonderful experiences. My kicking and screaming is a celebration of life, a manifestation of the joy I feel for being alive. It's a manic urge to express myself through a number of mediums in loud, bright colors that say "Thank you God for blessing me with so much!" Not to say that I don't paint gloomier themes in darker colors sometimes, as manic urges are just one part of an alternating cycle of highs and lows. I'm sure a graph of my life would alternate erratically back and forth across that central axis that represents "normality", but I can say truthfully that I'm happy the curves of my life have never become lines, especially ones that rest flat on that central axis. I plan to go on kicking and screaming when I can, and when I can't, in those periods of self-reflection and soul-searching that I sometimes desperately crave, I hope to learn how to kick harder and scream louder. Not to lash out, but to be heard. Not to hurt, but to help. To change. And to create.

    That's my deepest desire, my one true driving energy. To create. And a tortuous, sometimes agonizing path it has been to discovering how best to create. It's a path I'll most likely spend my entire life stumbling down, discovering new outlets for my creative urges as I go. I see a lot of Vincent van Gogh in me. Not that I'll ever have his talent (although he'd be the first to argue that talent can be a very subjective thing), or necessarily find that one medium of expression to so faithfully, and painfully, pursue, but I feel that same feverish drive to create at times, and I've seen how it can lead me to both great joy and misery, often simultaneously. And to think I was once an aspiring engineer. Oh, the roads we travel in life. Never knowing the way because we never know the final destination.

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The Lipstick Stain

Posted on 12/18/2012

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My good friend Dagny Looper is a 2nd-year film student at NYU.  This month she shot her pre-thesis film ‘The Lipstick Stain’ in NYC and Upstate New York.  Originally she had planned to shoot in Arkansas just before Christmas, and I told her that if I was home in Houston at that time I would try to come help with the shoot.  Eventually she realized it was much more feasible to shoot it in New York, and she found enough locations that resembled Arkansas (as a Texan I figured there couldn’t possibly be any place on earth as backwards looking as Arkansas, especially not in the great state of New York) to make it possible.  Just before buying my plane ticket home to Houston I checked in with her and she told me she was in desperate need of a gaffer.  I really wanted to help with the film, and I figured a little side trip to NYC on the way home to Houston couldn’t hurt, so I offered up my services.  Well, only my gaffing services.  And in the end my photography services as well, as the still photographer Dagny had lined up could only come for half of one day’s shoot.  Below are the production stills I shot, along with shots of the crew busy at work.

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