Filmmaker Statement

One summer six years ago I was drugged, beaten and robbed leaving me with only my Adolescents t-shirt in an alleyway in Sydney, Australia. When I walked home, disorientated, cars beeped at me. People thought I was just a mentally ill person. No one helped. This traumatic experience was something I tried to ignore for many years. Believing that time would heal me, I moved across the pacific to Los Angeles where I focused instead on becoming a filmmaker and left this horrible day behind me. Until I wrote a film about it. Once I came to the United States I thought I was getting better. The nightmares stopped and I was working comfortably as a freelancer in a gig economy making a living as a filmmaker. This was in 2019. Suddenly I was thrust into the world of EDD and found myself in a frustrating place - unsure whether or not to go home or stick with it. What felt like a cancelation of the future occurred. I dug my heels in. I decided to write something I’d never done before. A perso