today i decided to challenge myself to write and edit a little video in a couple hours. here's that. hope u feel me. remember: you have free will. use it to make stuff. so we don't get forgotten. but like it's okay if we do. at least we have the now.
Introducing The Baby! Here to teach our friends about 🌈 Parenthood 🌈! For the #dhmisnewfriend contest, I decided to sew a sock puppet, draw some backgrounds, and do some voices for a little short. This truly increased my respect for the Don't Hug Me I'm Scared crew 10 fold. If that's even possible. Like, this was hard. Duck just HAD to be a similar shade to my green screen. (Why didn't I just draw a physical background?!?) Anyway, I had so much fun making this and it really was a fun creative exercise in getting something ambitious done in 5 days. I don't know how to sew, I barely know how to draw, and I did not want to bother with Adobe Audition but I think it turned out pretty fun. Yayyyyy @becky.sloan@joseph.pelling #dhmis
they're hitting me with a plane tomorrow. cats in windows and cartoon depictions of aerial scientology and dogs in cars and doing my best at work and the sweat outline that mirrors a man in a loop and a cartoon depiction of me and me and me and a dog with more fight in him than i'll ever have and staging a living room at target and me and the evil duck and the nice bird and collages i made at the end.
the mirror that all of this is, the way i hold it up to myself and find out who i was all over again, the way it is something that has never left me and something i know makes me what i am now without feeling it always. the through line of it all. the feeling of once being unburdened making the weight of the present feel wrong. is it because i know more now? is that why i’ve changed? is that why i push twice as hard and still can’t move it? it used to be effortless. it used to be easy. i guess i've seen too much. i guess ive watched it all pass me by. i guess the years feel shorter and the time feels pressing and i guess i no longer feel invincible but i guess i also no longer feel small. i want to go back but i am back. the time will pass and this will be what i cling to. this which it still will be and always has been.
Squirrels (2024)
Starring:
@madelinevpopovich as Sasha
@bella0wen as Mia
Written and Directed by Sarah Cook
Shot and Edited by @guppigourami
Sound by @moooyruh
Squirrels is a short film I made a couple years back as a complete labor of love and an excuse to use my college's fancy equipment before I graduated. I ended up just posting it on Youtube where not many people saw it, and proceeded to kind of forget about it. But it was such a good practice in me making stuff to make stuff and producing my own work without the guardrails or deadlines of a class assignment, and a practice in relying on the good will of other people to come together and work on something indie and weird––things I am continuing to do born purely out of the confidence of making and completing something like Squirrels. So I thought I'd share it on Instagram where more people would get to witness that. 🐿
I hope you enjoyed! Check it out on Youtube for better quality and expect more from me soon.
today i tried to play this game where i attempted to find as many pieces of writing i had created as there were selfies i wanted to post on instagram. so here's me and a bunch of stuff i've written, some recent, some not, some unfinished, some already made, some silly, some melancholy. i feel that i am inextricable from the things i create, all my humor and fear and joy and pain all wrapped up in the things i say and things i don't. sometimes i find it really hard to be vulnerable because that's so scary but what's that one tweet? "it still comes as a surprise that closeness cannot be achieved from a safe distance." to know me is to see what i create and to be close to me is to hold the scary parts and love me still. that's true for all of us i suppose! and hey, for the amount of times i have said to myself "this will never see the light of day" and "i don't make stuff for other people" and "not everything i make has to be exposed" as a comfort to create for the sake of creating without fear of judgement, i usually end up liking it enough to let others in on it. because its enough if one person likes it. and this is what i feel like im supposed to be doing. along with dropping fries and building burgers of course. thanks for reading if you did. and if you're just here to scroll mindlessly through my beauty, you're welcome, dude. have a good life, dude.
probably the portal that exists to drag us between ourselves. probably the time loop in my head. probably the dogs. probably reminding myself by taking a picture. probably the random ways it at all ends up happening. probably the love that derives from fear. probably the fear that derives from love.
