Film
Exploring the human spirit through experimentation, ambiance, scores, and time-based tone.
When It Rains, It Pours
An ode to the experience of waking up to raining paint, stars knocking at the door, and a world that is right-side-up but feels like it’s upside-down. Made with paper cutout portraits, paint, and thread combined with digital memories.
Arrival
A tale as old as birth and as young as death - this piece examines the human chase from a perspective of nature, suggesting that what you’re looking for might be what you’re looking with.
It’s Just Good Manners
Entirely shot and hand-animated on 16mm, this experimental film explores themes of industry greenwashing, aesthetic human connection to nature, waste culture, and what it means to exist during the global era of great acceleration. Hole-punching individual frames and taping them back in, this piece is a devotion to recentering foundational, earthly manners in human advancement.
When You Realize
16mm in-camera double exposure short - shot with a matte box (cardboard shapes) rewound and shot again. All the images you see (except for the title scene) was shot in-camera with no post-editing. This film, paired with the voices of Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows, both activists, workers with grief, and translators of Rilke’s poetry, examines the four stages of awakening. Here, I collage what it may feel like to roll over and not be able to roll back, to come to terms with the truth, both tragic and beautiful.
Upbringing
Multimedia, traditional animation orchestrating a voyage through libraries of memories and browsing the sensation of remembering. Made with physical drawings, paper cut-outs, and gauche paint.
Mismatch
16mm color film project exploring the feeling of being misunderstood. Color negative film underneath my poem and guitar - mismatch.
Can we keep company?
Can we lose the crowd?
The romantics of eventual dwindle will get it.
What I am saying will leave it
thread-like, as such talents spread.
Compassion, marine overlaps
makes unproductive my gain.
Those wordless amenities,
chaotic and factoring you.
plighting light itself unseen,
but which makes all appear.
The setting sun desires me,
challenges anonymously.
Isn’t that enough?
I am already memorized by sky.
Why so desperate for manmade recognition?
I am shore. I am unsure,
over-explaining, under-explaining the plain.
To bed too late, up to early
tangling too massive.
Knives on paper,
rulers measuring the ocean,
swim in grass and pluck at ponds-
aroused by decay.
Can we keep company?
Can we lose the crowd?
And still be valuable,
desired?
This rushed note of us.
On our own paths,
in the same forest.
Listen, Escucha en Verde
A poetic inspection though Latin American landscapes, curious about the relationship to mystery and the ephemeral.
El Camino de la Mar
Emily travels the Spanish coast in search of her place of worship.
Shot during Emily’s and my journey walking the El Camino de Santiago - the French Route. What does your church look like at the end of your pilgrimage?
No Duh
Paper-cut out animation paired with a philosophical, yet profoundly simple conversation with a friend while backpacking the Pacific Northwest Coast.