What is the Project?

The project is complicated and simple at the same time. I can give you a run down of what I am trying to do or I can just leave it up to you to decide.

The basics are as follows. I create a new film and upload it every day. That is all there is to it. The content of these short films is what makes this project so important to me. They are a blend of things that I could never get out on paper when I was trying to be a writer. They are a look into what lies inside the deep recessed parts of my mind.

I call them visual poems. Some are more along the lines of a classic short film, but at the end of the day they are things I felt needed to be in this format. As written poems they don’t carry the same weight. As spoken word pieces they are bland. With the imagery and explorations on film the pieces develop an importance that I could not create in another medium.

The project is something that has taken over my life. Something I can’t stop thinking about. Something that I think is my opus. I guess that’s kind of sad but not everyone can achieve greatness. Sure I could have created all these films in obscurity and never got them out there. Sure I could have never shared these. I could have even tried to get them shown in a more traditional medium. But YouTube is the final layer, the final part of this that ties it all down.

The daily uploading, the sharing, the potential for global reach at the click of a button. That is what makes this project come to life. That is what makes it important. That is what makes it special and different.

The project, the experiment is as simple or as complicated as you want it to be. It is pure creation. It is a brain flowing into data. It is something that will hopefully live on after I have departed. It is a message and it is meaningless. It is a paradox.

In short the project is me. It is also you.

I wanted this to be more explanatory but I guess some things are harder to explain that others. I guess sometimes it is hard to make sense of what we are doing here.

Crap.