Selected video adaptations of stories I wrote. More videos and animations will be added here in the coming weeks, including animation, short film and dance collaborations I’ve done with artists and writers participating in The Creative Process.
“Let’s make love. It’s not safe to kiss.”
I can’t believe you are saying this now. I didn’t even know you thought of me that way or at all.
It is dark, and we are breaking curfew. I have a scarf under my eyes because I lost my mask in the street when kids who’d come in from the banlieue surrounded me and tried to steal my food. We have found a quiet place in the corridor to make love. Found, as though you needed to look far to find silence. There is no one in the streets. Paris is a desert in the middle of winter.
I didn’t know you had thought of me, but I had thought of you often. Yes. Imagined a kiss. Maybe even fingertips, made myself breathless thinking of this. A single finger passing over naked skin…
Forthcoming in Elle Leva Magazine.
A very short video I made with a little help from nature.
It was lovely to have the chance to take part in Andromeda Sisters Forum alongside these wonderful performers and writers. Organized by the multi-talented Kate Mueth and The Neo-Political Cowgirls.
Participants included Blythe Danner (“Will & Grace,” “Huff”), Joy Behar (“The View”), Lucy Boyle (The Blue Deep), Dipti Bramhandkar (The Accident), Lynn Grossman (TriQuarterly, Story Quarterly, Equator Magazine), Tanya Everett (The Public, HERE, The Tank), Catherine Curtin, (“Homeland,” “Stranger Things,” “Orange Is The New Black”), Laura Gomez, (“Orange Is The New Black”) Florencia Lozano (“Narcos,” “As The World Turns”), Welker White, (The Irishman, Goodfellas, The Wolf Of Wall Street), Ellen Dolan (“As The World Turns”), Sarah Bierstock (“Honor Killing”).
In my dreams we are moving through corridors and taking each other by the hand and there is music playing in other rooms, but we barely hear it for the pulse of blood that leads us to leave our lives behind… Continue reading the story In My Dreams.
Love, For a Limited Time Only
by Mia Funk
The first time I saw her she was in a window. Under her left breast was taped a cardboard sign: Love, For a Limited Time Only. That’s what caught my eye, the sign, not her breasts, though those were nice too. I stared at the sign a moment, reading it over like a poem to reveal its secret meaning. Her hands so still, I thought she was a mannequin. Took me a moment to see that she was breathing.
READ IT on The Dreaming Machine
Waiting for Dark
She had long legs for a Japanese, at least for what I imagined Japanese women were like, and that’s why it took longer to dispose of her. I always thought of them as shy and submissive, short and malnourished, like the kids in my barrio. He told me she’d been a dancer. He talked a lot, more than I expected of a Japanese. Of course he could have been lying, they do that. Try to get you on their side, so you’ll understand and maybe feel sorry for them because they’re afraid you’ll rat them out…
The Night Train
Inspired by my interview with Hans-Ulrich Obrist, Artistic Director of Serpentine Gallery
for The Creative Process
What Do We Have in Our Pockets?
Animated Short Film Coming Soon in collaboration with Etgar Keret’s StoryVid and collaborating students
First full day out in months and I went a little wild!...One thing the crisis has made us all appreciate more is the importance of the arts. I’m so honored to be a small part of this great big community whose whole purpose is to encourage us to feel, to think…and to love.
Over a year since the fire in Notre Dame and now corona virus, but we’ll get through this too, together.
Be safe and keep on surviving!
For more stories which have recently appeared in magazines and podcasts, see Selected Writing.
