I recently made an animated film, it's a mixed media film using paintings, drawings, clamation, stopmotion, cutout, and some digitally rendered images... the following is the link to my film on Vimeo. Enjoy and if you have a Vimeo account and like it "like" it for me ;-)

http://www.vimeo.com/17631625

enjoy!

and then it happened...

suddenly as autumn turns to winter

the beautiful bright colors fade away again to grey

and sadly you know the weather has nothing to do with it

just the end of a beautiful trip

now one must return to the dreary dim that is his home.

good night again dear monsters.

collective waste-Every Time (cum2church)

San Francisco Pride 2010 { the documentary } from Ancient Astronaut on Vimeo.

This is a documentary that was filmed when I was in San Fransisco with some of my closest friends, and I helped out with this film. Sara Landas did a wonderful job in putting this whole thing together and you can visit her website at: http://www.saralandas.com/

Revelations, Robotic sanity - revolt

It felt like I was dying. But the feeling wasn’t something new. It’s something I’ve felt for as far back as I can remember but I’ve just grown used to it. And in those moments when I can’t breath and I feel life being pulled out of every atom that is mine, I start to analyze. And that’s the worst part, the analyzing. Because then it’s as if I’m narrating my own life, as if my life has already happened and I have already been defeated because there’s never anything that helps me. There’s never anything that makes me smile and stays. It all leaves just as quickly as it comes in and I’m left here a simple void, an empty shadow that is only seen once in a while. In your understanding you can breathe again. You can continue to function as a robot, a slave to a system you had no choice or knowledge of placement, you were just expected to function. An over worked blind machine begging for an apocalypse for maybe then they’ll find peace. But no one ever does anything about the ones who try shot down by their brethren. The idea of revolution is dead and in its place: robots. If there’s a beating human heart out there who knows otherwise then where are you? For I see before me an army just no one to lead them, no cause to persuade their heart, no truth in a world of deception. Tell me where to go, or what to do to be free and I’ll do it. Anything is better than nothing at all.

Festering Wounds

The infections worsened and seemed to take on a life of their own. It was as if I had two separate growths festering under my skin and they found each other and together formed the mother of all things unbearable. Well since these foreign invaders that have burrowed themselves in my life seem to have taken a form and are intent on running things I figured I should probably name them even though I would undoubtedly have to cut them off later and soak them in pesticides. None the less I must name them. Only a woman could be this evil so I'll call you Jezebels I said to the festering puss.

I really liked Jezebels in facts I wanted to keep hers but she kept infecting everyone else with their poison. I tried antibiotics hoping the reduced swelling would reveal something beautiful but it only revealed her ugliest side.... The truth. The truth that I knew all along but refused to accept that beyond the facade of love there was just an endless vacuum sucking the life out of everything and everyone. so I cut it off. It slithered away like a dead baby i didn't have the heart to finish hers off. so I decided to save the pesticide to kill her on another day, perhaps to keep it safe for the inevitable war ahead.