37–second excerpt from the beginning of the latest found-footage film project, "Visions of Futures Past."

A visual diary of a singular day of no overly significant importance, except for marking it for a flight that plays a bridge between the city that I was born and the city that I live in now.

A 3 minutes long motion postcard for a longlost lover, collecting every little item of face value and fitting them in to a visual soup for the first Valentine’s Day spent alone in a decade.