|| I'd been home less than 48 hours
when it was time to shove off
again--literally this time, stowing away for a
two-night sail on
Deuel picked me up directly from my first
months and first with full house (minus Rich)
since March 2020.
Though I left earlier than expected, the half
sesh was catharsis
enough, a banshee wail of paranoid
retreat and comic nihilism.
My creative life has been on hold and I was
eager to sing, play
music... and make the most of the boat trip by
making a movie!
My approach to filmmaking
is to allow interesting locations to
set the terms of the story, so I concocted a
gothic maritime yarn
to take advantage of my time aboard Tom's deluxe
like Knife in the Water crossed
with Twilight Zone. A tale
enough to fit in a dinghy, easy to shoot, but
both of us were kind
of pooped and it quickly started to feel like
work so I shelved it
for now, but did get some B roll, a hint of
which I mashed up.