Earlier this year I visited our decaying house in Oyster Creek and took some footage with the hope of creating a documentary project with stories from family members and childhood friends. Last night, with an urge to be creative and have some fun, I decided to return to my horror film roots and edit this short piece together. The haunting tone reflects how I sometimes felt as a child in this old house, wondering if the devil himself or a deranged madman peeped through the windows as my brothers and I watched television or chased each other through the house. The fear, coupled with other life’s circumstances, fed into my anxiety, that has been with me since.
Prayers of a Baptist Tex-Mex
I was a God-fearing Christian as a child. Not because my parents forced their religion on me. They didn’t even go to church, or even cared if we went. Continue reading
My latest video is a short, experimental collage of empty streets, old buildings, and shaky, unfocused, close-up shots of (Not So) Undercover Mexican Girl. Set to the eerie pop/folk music of Jovenes y Sexys, the piece invites the viewer into the writer’s journey of creativity and discovery. Visit her at (Not So) Undercover Mexican Girl.
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