A Fist Full of Film

This is the Rebellion against overproduced images often in the digital world. These are images made from my film cameras. Each image I shot myself. The subjects are often friends, and acquaintances in their world.

Crusader Often times I sit from the comfort of my armchair, and I don’t get dirty.  I see the ticker of news, events, and saga of human interest stories teletype away in pings and flashing borders of what is new, what is evident, and what is postulated as the next big thing. I never get up, I’m too lazy to even change the channel or swipe the iPad to the next page.  I live comfortable in my Los Angeles environ, content that the horrors I see, won’t ever happen to me. I am not Heather. Often times people will discredit other people in their quest to find truth, because it isn’t their truth.  I was that way.  Until I got to know first hand what was at stake, and I heard from a person who has seen things that I could not have even believed, but I could see in them, that I believed them.  These were not wack-jobs, fruitcakes, or placard holding fringe experts outside a fence marked Area 51.  This was a person, an intellectual as well as progressive that functioned well inside of our regular society.  And I could see and hear in her the horrors she witnessed in the Gulf of Mexico during the British Petroleum spill.   I know what you are thinking.  ”What?  This news?  So yesterday, so absolutely nothing.”  I said those same things.  I supported her and her company because I felt that they were friends, and that’s what we do.  But overtime, I became a little tired of it.  That is, until I saw it in their faces when they returned after two years on the road, investigating the illnesses, the coverups, and the redtape that no one who went through the filter of the Western Media could ever realize or understand sitting on the couch in Arizona, or Washington, or Florida could ever understand. People laugh, like people laughed at Noah building an Ark when there is no such thing as rain(at the time), or Copernicus who believed the Sun was the center of our Galaxy, Pythagoras who believed in a Spherical Earth.  All conventional wisdom now, was unconventional at one point.  I believe the same can be true for what happened out there.  And I can hear her cough, and the life sucked out of her, when she speaks of the crimes that have happened, and have gone deaf, and gagged into a oblivion. Yet amongst the jeering, the criticism, the accusations, and insults, and especially the sorrow, she can stand on her feet, look herself in the eye with resolve, knowing full well she did the right thing, and even if she loses, she can be in a position, that she can tell her children, and children’s children, I did what was right, what I knew to be right, and I followed it to my own pain.  But someone had to fight, someone had to do it for all the others who could not. The documentary she will be releasing, which she co-directed, will spin you.  It will make you say:  ”How is this even possible that something this big could be covered up?”  I was honored to be apart of some of the interviews.  And am honored to call her my friend.  And I’m glad, that actions like hers, allowed me to stand up to what was right.  Even if in the end it hurt me for my life.  I know what it is, and who I am, and I could no longer pretend to be. West Hollywood, CA Rolleiflex 2.8 E Portra 160 NC @2.8

Crusader

Often times I sit from the comfort of my armchair, and I don’t get dirty.  I see the ticker of news, events, and saga of human interest stories teletype away in pings and flashing borders of what is new, what is evident, and what is postulated as the next big thing.

I never get up, I’m too lazy to even change the channel or swipe the iPad to the next page.  I live comfortable in my Los Angeles environ, content that the horrors I see, won’t ever happen to me.

I am not Heather.

Often times people will discredit other people in their quest to find truth, because it isn’t their truth.  I was that way.  Until I got to know first hand what was at stake, and I heard from a person who has seen things that I could not have even believed, but I could see in them, that I believed them.  These were not wack-jobs, fruitcakes, or placard holding fringe experts outside a fence marked Area 51.  This was a person, an intellectual as well as progressive that functioned well inside of our regular society.  And I could see and hear in her the horrors she witnessed in the Gulf of Mexico during the British Petroleum spill.  

I know what you are thinking.  ”What?  This news?  So yesterday, so absolutely nothing.”  I said those same things.  I supported her and her company because I felt that they were friends, and that’s what we do.  But overtime, I became a little tired of it.  That is, until I saw it in their faces when they returned after two years on the road, investigating the illnesses, the coverups, and the redtape that no one who went through the filter of the Western Media could ever realize or understand sitting on the couch in Arizona, or Washington, or Florida could ever understand.

People laugh, like people laughed at Noah building an Ark when there is no such thing as rain(at the time), or Copernicus who believed the Sun was the center of our Galaxy, Pythagoras who believed in a Spherical Earth.  All conventional wisdom now, was unconventional at one point.  I believe the same can be true for what happened out there.  And I can hear her cough, and the life sucked out of her, when she speaks of the crimes that have happened, and have gone deaf, and gagged into a oblivion.

Yet amongst the jeering, the criticism, the accusations, and insults, and especially the sorrow, she can stand on her feet, look herself in the eye with resolve, knowing full well she did the right thing, and even if she loses, she can be in a position, that she can tell her children, and children’s children, I did what was right, what I knew to be right, and I followed it to my own pain.  But someone had to fight, someone had to do it for all the others who could not.

The documentary she will be releasing, which she co-directed, will spin you.  It will make you say:  ”How is this even possible that something this big could be covered up?”  I was honored to be apart of some of the interviews.  And am honored to call her my friend.  And I’m glad, that actions like hers, allowed me to stand up to what was right.  Even if in the end it hurt me for my life.  I know what it is, and who I am, and I could no longer pretend to be.

West Hollywood, CA

Rolleiflex 2.8 E Portra 160 NC @2.8

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