Saturday Night April 25th in the 6:30p block - See You in Your Sleep (2026) 🎥🎬😈
So excited to be going back to @tonkawafilmfestival It’s crazy to think I brought my first short film “A Monster Within” here in 2021. So much has happened since that time and Tonkawa has been a big part of my career. Thankful for this festival and the amazing community it’s introduced me to. This is one of my favorites and it also means so much to me. Come on out and support this festival and independent cinema. I’m always so inspired and I know you will be too. We’ll see you in Tonkawa this weekend! So many great looking films scheduled to screen.
EP: @curtisgardneractor
Dir/Writer/Prod/Editor: @devinmontgomeryy
Prod: @chrisbruza
DP/Colorist: @spensersakurai
1st AC: @kolton_berry
Gaffer: @kylejhood
Cast: @sjohnson_ty@devinmontgomeryy@elizabethraemakes@kendallmcavener@chrisbruza
#actorslife #indiefilm #oklahoma #cinematography #horror
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‘See You In Your Sleep’ is heading to @tonkawafilmfestival this weekend. See you there?
++ a couple past fests I hadn’t had the chance to post ::
- Bare Bones International
- Utah International
& The Horrific Hope Film Fest w/ Alamo Draft House (???)
More soon. Smell ya l8r.
Catching up.
He’s been ~busy~
Here’s some BTS I neglected to share in an appropriate timeframe 😌
Some time in the woods for ‘Tales from the Shadows’ (post), a trip up to my favorite city for @oneofyourboysfilm , a shot or two from ‘Worm’ (coming soon!!), and a tiny bite from our first night on ‘See You In Your Sleep,’ which is running the festival circuit.
Trying to get better at sharing the journey. Will probably keep posting old stuff until I can act normal about new stuff 🥰👍
Don’t spend any time around people who make you feel embarrassed to exist. It’ll take you years to unlearn it.
I guess there’s beauty in the unlearning, too. A sort of Becoming.
I’m scared. Almost all the time. It’s hard to trust the people who aren’t. I doubt I’ll ever see the mountains where my ancestors were born before it’s reduced to ash. Do others not see the ash? Or do they just not want to? There’s so much of it.
How do I exist in this world with any kind of joy, let alone my own body? Some days I don’t recognize my own hands.
I want to let the moonlight in. I’ve spent the last few years learning how to face the sun again. Relearning how to let the joy move through me.
I’ve been chasing some kind of freedom, but that’s a kind of trap itself, isn’t it? The chasing.
Smoke in the sky. More every day.
So I suppose I’ll just be, and let the universe sort the rest.
Here goes nothing.
Or, maybe,
everything.
Everything.
“Love is a myth,” Grandfather Trout said. “Like summer.”
“What?”
“In winter,” Grandfather Trout said, “summer is a myth. A report. A rumor. Not to be believed in. Get it? Love is a myth. So is summer.”
