The Silver Screen, Its Chemicals, and the Boy Who Sat to Watch.
On the weight of making and watching movies.
This is (part) of my story.
I wasn't supposed to make it. My body, my soul, the mechanics of my muscular heart, were overlaid in whispers of death. I was born premature: 26 weeks early, weighing 1 pound and six ounces. I later fell to 1 pound and three ounces – the size of a soda can. Pumped with iron and other essential vitamins, I was placed in an incubator: a box that kept me shielded from the outside world. Binding me.
I Dream - I served as writer producer and director, in Allentown, PA,Alice and Wonderland; and during my time abroad in London, I Self-Portrait (Of A Black Artist), all while continuing to perfectWalking Shadows
Night Catches Us, An Oversimplification of Her Beauty,Medicine for Melancholy, RECORD/PLAY, Pumzi, Middle of Nowhere, Pariah, Creed,