i love the road trip so much. long shots of conversation and laughter and pent up hormones in an old car, sweeping sprawling gazes at the landscapes of mexico. that’s what this movie is, after all, a love letter to mexico covered in the tear stains of someone who sees and recognizes the underlying issues that plague a place they love. julio and tenoch’s bond fraying at the blade of a social and political knife. class status never acknowledged aloud.…

i sat next to the first girl i ever liked in my high school art class. i didn’t realize i liked her until every pencil mark became the line of her jaw and every brushstroke became the curve of her eyebrows.

a dear friend recently interviewed me for a documentary. we talked about art, about creating and how it brings us closer to others. i talked about how everything i make is motivated by love. it wasn’t a conscious thought…