
Sometimes I look like this on set
As I was driving to Taco Bell last night around 12:30am, I couldn’t help but think that driving delirious was eerily similar to driving drunk. The only real difference is that one is legal. We had wrapped about forty minutes prior, but should have shot for another hour. I decided the rest of the shots would have to wait when we filmed an entire scene (three times) in which I never once caught that my sound man (Aaron Gaffey) was taking up a portion of the right frame. I made peace with the fact we were in no shape to continue on and called it a night.

Pennywise from Stephen King's, IT. Started off scary, ended up a spider. Sigh.
It was a long, as well as physically and emotionally exhausting weekend on the ghostly set. In every production there’s gotta be at least one day that makes chewing on tin foil seem like your favorite thing to do. Friday was that day for us. Friday’s beast stepped through the door with balls the size of ____ (insert large fruit joke here). He was ready to shoot the shit of of things. The day started with a full on musical number that I thought would look cool completely done on a steadycam. With movement galore I set out to de-virginize myself with the hand-held stabilizer. It was harder than I anticipated and soon my arm was reminding me that I really didn’t have a lot of muscle mass. Shots took much longer than I had hoped and we ended up taking a generous amount of takes due to focus and movement issues. Because of that we were quickly losing daylight (which was important since we were shooting at the windows and we have no way of mimicing daylight through them due to the fact we are on the 3rd floor). So by the time we finished the number the sun was going down and the light had change considerably. While I am confident the shoot will cut together, there will be a lot of work in post to match the lighting from shot to shot. But whatever. We got it done and it will be swell. So we decided to move forward with the day. We had two scenes to shoot, and scenes require sound. Any movie-goer will tell you that sound is good in scenes. Go ahead, ask any movie-goer. So we set up for the first shot…but wait! The sound recorder isn’t working. It’s picking up nothing. Just white noise. Lovely. Gaffey fiddle’s with it for almost an hour. Tech support is also no help and stops talking to us because he’s “driving in the middle of a thunderstorm”. We’re at a loss with no real options but to cancel the rest of the shoot and hope that we can get the issue resolved by morning.
Saturday’s beast slammed out of the gate, grabbed Friday’s beast by the shoulders and decapitated it with a single upper-cut. It then generously gorged itself on Fridays blood before taking a monster size shit down its neck-hole. My hero. Sound was back up and running (faulty XLR cable) and everyone was on top of their game. We started the day with another musical number. This time things went smoothly. We even got to play with some blood which is always a joy. After the song we moved in to one of the scariest scenes in the movie. I was nervous going into this scene because it really had to be handled right. The end result had to be terrifying and I had no clue what to expect. Just a few shots in and my mind was breathing a sigh of relief. It was looking amazing, and one of the shots even made me jump! The day ended later than usual as the scene was meaty, but we rocked it.

Pumpkinhead from Stan Winstons, Pumpkinhead. Bad-ass, revenge laced monster.
Sunday’s beast walked through door with a sleepy confidence and shook Saturday’s beastly claw. “I’ll take over from here” it snorted. The shoot the night before left everyone in a bit of a foggy state, but it worked perfectly for the tone of the first scene we shot. After that, energy returned and we set up for one of the more emotionally draining scenes in the movie. Lots a tears and dark truths revealed. The actors both had to really bring their A game to this scene and that can be a very nerve-racking thing for a director. There’s a careful balance of making sure they are able to get into the right mindset and knock out a great performance while also trying to make the scene technically awesome. The more shots you compose the more time passes and the more the actors lose the intensity. So it’s a tricky dance, but one that is well worth the results when done right. That being said, we succeeded. I got my shots and the actors brought what they had and even a added a few extra spices I didn’t know was in their rack. Nice work lady and gent! After we chewed the scenery on that lovely scene I decided that since we still had some time we would try to get some fallen brothers we’d left behind in the madness of previous shooting days. We quickly knocked out a bedroom scene and then moved into the office…and this is where this blog began and the shoot came to a crashing end. Everyone was drained. The shoot had to stop.
Here I now sit. Monday morning at my desk job. I’m oddly considering a second cup of coffee, which is very uncommon for me. I sit here pondering a question, and that question is this; what unknown universe am I living in, where my days off are spent at work?
Much love
Travis










About two and a half years ago my girlfriend hopped on a jet skiing kangaroo and relocated herself from down under, sweetly planting herself into our lovely one-bedroom apartment. At the time I was in the final post-production stages of my latest film, Lo. She was hot off the Melbourne gallery scene where she showcased and sold her photography. It seemed we had both eaten a lot of dirt and were preparing to shit out pearls…but we didn’t. Instead we found that we really enjoyed living together and because it was the beginning of our new life, we took some unintentional time off our art forms. In a way, the excitement of living together for the fist time replaced that gnawing need to create. It was a very full experience and one that not only required a lot of time but was at its best when fully immersed. So art would have to wait. And it did.
I felt a bit guilty last night when I went to bed leaving Shannon (my cinematographer/lover) still working hard on the set of THE DEAD INSIDE. She had been busting her ass all day getting things ready for our Friday start date. I too had been working very hard but in a slightly different way. I couldn’t focus on a single task in front of me because I was mentally exhausted.  Two days until we go to camera and there is one fraking sequence I just can’t wrap my head around…and it’s the one we need to shoot first!
Can ghosts shit their pants? I mean even if they were wearing pants they would be made of the same paranormal goo that the actual ghost was made of. So if one were to believe that a ghost could even (or need to) take a shit, that it would fall right out its ghost ass and through its ghost pants. But even then, the shit would be a ghost as well, so shouldn’t that fall straight through the ground, out the other end of the Earth and on into space?
Here is a look at my life in art for the next year. Upon writing this new blog entry I am excited and confident that I will be able to accomplish it all with my sword held high and the dragon below me slain. Of course the reality is that time is an evil bitch and that dragon is only pretending to be dead. The only thing I can truly do is lay out my list of goals, hopes and ideas and take them one day at a time. By the end of this (at the moment) wonderful year I hope to look back over this list and see that, for the most part, I did my best for each and every project and was a good son, friend and artist.


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The Dead Inside is a story that explores the dark side of inspiration. Wes and Fi are lovers whose creative muses have all but vanished from their lives. When Fi begins to show signs of schizophrenia, Wes does everything in his power to help her get better…that is until Fi’s true affliction decides to introduce itself to both Wes and the world. Fighting against her possession, they rediscover inspiration in the grimmest corners of their situation. Their muse has returned, killing Fi from the inside and haunting Wes with each passing breath.
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