“I used to only want to be a painter. That was it for me. I ended up at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts and I was in this little cubicle in our big shared studio one night around ten o’clock. I was painting a three-foot square of a garden at night. It was mostly black with some green coming out. I sat back—probably to take a smoke—and I looked at the painting. I heard this wind coming from the painting and the green started to move. I said, ‘Oh, a moving painting,’ and that led me to cinema.”
‘Every medium has its own language’
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Born in Iowa, I now live in Seattle. My parents met in South Dakota. During the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl many families left. My great uncle made his way west in 1939 with some of his hometown friends. Their destination was Anacortes, Washington, where they'd landed jobs building a log mill. My great uncle continued to Seattle, for a time living in the Greenlake neighborhood with a family from that same hometown. View all posts by aaronjhill