I Guess I Watch Movies To Make

I Am Intrigued By Inanimate Objects. They're A Piece Of History, Someone's Statement And Ideas Of Life.

Ok, So My Parents Were Married In 1955 And My Mom Knew My Dad Was Gay And My Dad Knew He Was Gay And So I Was, Like, 'why In The Heck Did You Get Married?' Like, What Was Going On? What Was That Time? It's Like This Crazy Paradox That My Whole Life Is Based On, Or My Family's Based On. So I Spent A Lot Of Time Trying To Understand '55.

I'm Not A Craftsman Of Graphics Or Art Or Film. I'm More Of An Idea Generator And Manufacturer.

My Experience, With Both My Parents, Is That Grief Has A Lot Of Down, Sad Things, But I Was Also Really Emotionally Raw, In The First Year After Each Of Them Passed. Flowers Smelled More Intensely, My Relationships Were Hotter, And I Was More Willing To Risk. I Was Going For It A Lot More. I Was 'unsober' And I Wasn't Playing By My Rules.

The Littlest Thing Can Have The Strongest Connection When You're Grieving. Your Proustian, Poetic Nerve Is Turned Up To Ten.