“What are you doing???”
I wonder myself what it is we are doing. First off, we are traveling by bicycle from California to South America. On top of that we are making a documentary film of our adventure. As if the physical challenge of making the 5,000 or so mile trek without the help of the automobile wasn’t hard enough, we are carrying bulky camera gear on top of that. However, I am not ashamed to say, “I do except all forms of generosity, including car rides, especially during storms;)”
We have come across a lot of people on our journey and the most common question people ask us as they scratch their head, “what are you doing?”
We do a lot of things, biking only being a fraction of that.
“Well, what’s your film about?”
Dealing with this question is repetitive and complicated to say the least.
Revolutions Southward is an artumentary* that tells the story of four unique individual’s struggle to find purpose in today’s changing world.
Art·u·men’tary - A film that documents actual events by means of an unusual and creative means.
"So, what are you doing?"
With a grant gesture of my hand,
“As you see…”
To illustrate…
When the guy driving the huge Winnebago pulled into the state beach and parked in our rainy view of the ocean while Julie, Davin, and I eat lunch under the urine stench shelter of a condemned bathroom and asked, “What are you doing?”
When my friend Melany insisted I wore a pink cape on my maiden voyage and people stared in wonder, “What are you doing?”
With the twirl of my hand.
“As you see.”
Just as my Dad’s friend Kurt cavorted while dressed in scraps of linens from his sweatshop like Laurence of Arabia when the Joshua Tree park ranger asked, “What are you doing?” Kurt replied,
“As you see...”
When we edited the Sir Norte segment in a over priced Big Sur restaurant and the waiter asked, "what are you doing?"
It’s hard to define a story that is in motion. With most films the script comes first then production. In our case we are more or less crossing our fingerers that we catch the gems of our story as they unfold. There are no rules...
“What are you doing?”
As my arm rises and falls.
“As you see.”
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