In late November of 1994, when I was a sophomore in college, I drove across the state of Colorado on a sort of personal pilgrimage to visit the site of the Sand Creek Massacre.
A couple of weeks ago I went to Finish Post in Boston to digitize my 35mm short film The Perfect Gooseys.
I can’t draw. But sometimes I need pictures to show ideas to clients, collaborators, and investors.
Every time I shoot, right before hitting that blood red record button, I run a three- word checklist through my mind.