I am tweaking my Project Description for a second grant... which will be mailed this week. I also have court first thing in the morning.
Unlike the CC grant which was a series of very short essays, this one calls for one all-inclusive essay. Plus a script, storyboard, expense report and income budget. I'm still at a loss for how to write an income budget without income.
For the long essay, naturally I copy-pasted the shorts ones together and tried to make them not sound like half of a conversation. Now I'm finding annoying typos in the proposal I sent this morning. I also found old Project Descriptions dating back 8 years on my resurrected external drive .
Also on the drive was a large scan of the picture below (which was on my yellow portfolio site). This was my work setup in Morning Side about 2004. I still have that light box and mickey mouse glass. I sold the desk...what caught my eye was the cork board. I miss my 35mm.
I can see the paper plate from the laundromat where I first thought of this film. A film that was supposed to be my first non-student project but has turned into sort of an opus. Each year that goes by I feel more pressure to make it prefect. That's a lot of pressure. Actually it makes it harder to finish.
Man, even just this board is a time capsule. GenJets stationary. yeah, stationary. wow, with my Kiss Fish on it. Postcards from parties like Animators Ink and Motherfucker. A photo of my parents house, my business card with a dude falling, and a print of fish and bird that I drew on my moms computer in the summer of 99. Actually, this is all making me depressed about not finishing projects. I'm going to get back to the proposal now. No, I think I have to force myself to sleep.
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