Houston, we seem to be approaching 2015 life goals. I'm production designing my first feature!
I can't even explain how excited I am for this. It totally fell into my lap [read: I submitted a resume and went through the interview process] at the right time and in just the right way. It's a small but earnest film that combines the aesthetics of theatre and film, and the visuals will rely heavily on imagination and creativity [read: fun times for J-Mil]. The story is difficult to explain, but since I haven't signed an NDA I'll offer the broad strokes. It's a philosophical movie essentially about the human experience, told through the lives of dogs. Who are played by people. And who act like people. But occasionally they eat moldy dumpster sandwiches (hey a prop!). I dunno. It's hard to pin down the whole idea of it in words, but I loved the script when I read it. I love that I get to love the script. What a bummer it would be to PD a script I didn't like.
So if you don't hear from me throughout the month of September, that's what's going down. I'll try to do updates, but by now we all know that I fall down the rabbit hole when a project is in motion. It's because I care so much about my art! *falls on a sword and bleeds to death*
Hey, come sit with me in this corner for a minute. No, not on that bean bag chair. You're going to sit in a real chair. Why? Because we're sitting in
REAL TALK CORNER
Earlier last week I had the random and hardly believable chance to have coffee with an established set decorator who has been working in the industry for 30+ years. And by established, I mean nearly-choked-and-simultaneously-scalded-my-throat-when-I-fully-realized-what-was-going-on established.
I felt like Bojack Horseman talking to Secretariat. But Baby Bojack Horseman, not the famous adult Bojack Horseman.
For all two of you who are reading this and have given that wonderful show a chance, you understand that I mean it was like meeting an idol. I don't have any specific art department idol figures yet, but I'm capable of extraordinary admiration for the people who have years (decades) of experience following the same passions as I do. And it's so rare to meet one. I of course took full advantage of my opportunity to sit across from this woman and nod my head repeatedly instead of making actual words.
It was intimidating. I just couldn't imagine what I could say about my work that would be even remotely impressive or interesting. I felt like a pile of flour talking to a wedding cake. So after a while I stopped trying and did the most valuable thing I could do: listen.
I didn't get a pep talk so much as a kick in the pants, but either way it was inspiring. I was gazing at the actual void between my current inexperience and future ambitions. It's a pretty wide gap. Seeing how far away the other side is doesn't make me want to quit, which was very self-affirming. I'm intimidated by the long road ahead, but it makes me want to keep going rather than give up. I think that's a sign of passion.
Okay, now that that's done, let's go party over in