High School

Two videos that I did in college. The first is a 3-channel video art piece referencing 80s teen films and 80s video art. Please excuse the terrible video quality, if you can.

High School, U.S.A.



A short mockumentary-style trailer

Iron Duderanch

Do the Math

I owe $45,000.00 to Salliemae servicing and ACS Educational Services for a degree in the Fine Arts (a degree that has 0% guarantee of financial return). I owe $190.00 to GE Money on a credit card that has already doubled in interest and I recently had those glasses knocked off my face and swiped at a 2 Live Crew show. I am owed some favors, tho I am too insecure to call on them. I owe it to myself not to let this shit give me an ulcer. No more than morning coffee on an empty stomach, anyway. My cupboards are empty but for popcorn and nori, because I can't legitimize spending money that I can't afford on food that is too expensive. Especially when I can't see.
The federal government owes trillions. (http://www.usdebtclock.org/). To who or what is unsure. China? The lizard people? the Federal Reserve? Same difference anyway, I suppose. The more I watch politics and listen to the news, everything seems to resemble more and more the set-up of a film based on a post-apocalyptic graphic novel series that is loosely based on Aldus Huxley's Brave New World, with a contemporary twist.

Kickstarter for a short film

My friend Paul is a hilarious genius who makes short films and music videos. He recently put up a kickstarter to help make a more ambitious short in the near future. I, for one, would like to see what he comes up with. So i'm posting about it. Here is the most recent short he put together while in France for the Cannes Film Festival

Bela: L'Homme Chat from Paul Trillo on Vimeo.

you love it? yes, i thought so. He has a bunch of other stuff up as well at http://www.thenoproblem.com
here's the link to his vimeo, to see what he do: http://vimeo.com/user3608947

okay, now that you've got an idea of his work, here's a link to his kickstarter. any little bit helps, and it closes in August (so help now!!) http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/ptrillo/happy-birthday-mr-bracewell

Compulsive, chaotic collaging

I can't stop! Help! My brain is being taken over by tiny little pieces of colored paper and the tiny bits that must be cut out of them.

letter to the universe

While I am alive, I can sign my name. No one else will ever sign my name. No one will ever have my name. It is perfect. I am perfect. Even my imperfections are perfect. I have love pumping through me for as long as I live. And my story will live after I die, even if just for a time. I will document my story from here to there, through words and images, art and compositions, fashion and fun. This life is a dream that walks a thin line from one time to another. Through rapids and bottlenecks, through dimples, dread, and desire. Down scary chutes and firm ascents, and up rickety ladders. It gets slow then fast then slow again. This is how we survive, and this is why. Our hearts are in it and they swell. Fear not, for it is the fear that leads us to what we are afraid of. Fear is a choice that leads back to itself. It iterates like fractals. It's time to leave fear and make the choice toward love, for Everything is Everything. The universe is gorgeous and perfect and wild. Tiny dots and bigger dots and massive dots. Dots that swirl around other dots, making giant blobs. The dream of the universe is what I know, for it's what I am. I wish to grow my own dreams into gardens of wishes and magic. The kind of magic that we can touch and hold and do. Real magic. Ancient magic (which is love and love, alone). I love what I do, I love my friends, I love my family. I only ask for the courage to stay calm, and breathe, and trust that I am a part of everything, and everything is a part of me.

Seattle

Seattle Space Needle, originally uploaded by DiGitALGoLD.

I wrote this little goodbye poem to Seattle during my visit in February

Sipping solemn, Seattle
Your frayed edges
Sopping up puddles
While you shuffle for burgers
and beers

I saw you marching,
Waving your flags
So fast I couldn't grab
your message
I know you meant it
(whatever it was)

You haven't changed (your hair)
Though the lines on your face,
The creases and highways
From scowls and smiles
Are deep from pacing back and forth
Like Friday night on Broadway

Fame will never have you
But you don't mind
You've got the love you want

It's stretching out, waiting
At the bottom of your glass

Goodbye, old love
(grow old with grace)