Sorry (2022)

A short film about my father’s suicide when I was in middle school. Written, shot, and edited in a week for my documentary class at BRIC (BROOKLYN ART SCENE REIGNS.)🗽

Portrait of the grief I felt as a fourteen year old girl filmed as a ballet in my old apartment. When I was filming this, my life was quietly falling apart. I knew that the relationship I was in was turning sour, had no friends in the city, no income, and no idea when things would get better. Hell: I wasn’t sure if things would get better.

It made me sad that I never published any writing. Gave up on that dream in college, honestly. I wasn’t accepted into a creative writing class. Nothing I submitted was ever accepted for publication. Got kicked out of choir and knew I couldn’t sing for shit. Would never in a million years consider being an actress after watching what some of my favorite actors and actresses went through. I dreamed of being a dancer but knew my career would essentially end at age 25 because I watched Black Swan. Damn. Great movie, horrifying to a girl who likes ballet.

Deep down I’ve always blamed myself for failing recognizing that my Papa wasn’t getting better, he was resigned to his fate. It shredded my heart to thing that I didn’t understand that he was going to his grave the last day I saw him. This is the short film I made on my used Canon M50 camera that I bought for my failed YouTube channel.