Begin, again.

In 2021, I was a video editor trying to promote a film festival showing my latest project when I discovered a new creative outlet. Using Instagram, I began telling short behind-the-scenes stories about the tumultuous process of editing a feature film remotely while traveling around the country with my family during the pandemic. At some point the tone shifted towards more vulnerability and the topic of the posts went from technological struggles to internal struggles. Sharing my mental health battles through this medium became a form of cathartic public journaling, and the artistic method and limitations presented by Instagram’s “Stories” functionality engaged my creative muscles in such fresh ways. The selection of significant photographs to pair with the words. Video clips or audio soundbites interjected as dramatic interstitials between written passages. Trying to play with filmic grammar in a world of words. The inability to go back and re-edit the posts I’d shared, or to change the order in which they lived once posted. It was a new sandbox to play in with many familiar toys.

Over the last two year, I’ve been finding new stories to tell, more polished versions within the same constraints.

This is the next evolution of the stories. An attempt to port them over to a different space, expand some of the ideas, and push myself in some new directions through the process.