Every decision made... is it even mine anymore?
For a long time, I’ve felt like a puppet with strings. A quiet spectator to my own life, guided by voices that aren’t my own, voices that silence, voices that doubt, voices that pull the thread until I’m unraveled.
This series is my way of facing the truth and the lies. It’s about the things we lose when the noise gets too loud, It’s about the phone calls to nowhere. The voicemails left for a Grandma who found a new place to call Home, and the way we act like “it’s fine” just to keep moving.
Lost My Voice…… — My long-standing narrative on self-image and the ghosts we carry.
More human body portraits coming soon, I’ve been casting multiple different models to be part of my exploration of the natural beauty of our bodies, all done in my signature style. If you want to be part of this project message me. We can talk about it. #humanbody
This is a film about the voice that knows you best and uses that knowledge without mercy. He is not a ghost. He is not a metaphor. He is what self-doubt looks like after it has been believed long enough to develop a personality. He is not broken. He is someone who has decided, very quietly and over a long period of time, that the evidence against him is overwhelming. He moves. He keeps moving. Movement has become the only argument he knows how to make. The gun is not a surprise. The audience should feel, in retrospect, that it was always in his pocket. That he brought it to every room. That the rooms were never the problem. The strings do not underscore emotion. They track accumulation. There is a difference. By the stage, the music has become louder than everything he has ever said about himself, and then it stops, because he has stopped arguing.
So Excited to bring together my friends to be experimental with the way we film, and of course I’m ready to put my body on the line for the art.
