Eric Gulbransen
December 16th, 2008, 11:49 AM
UWOL crew, it's probably not appropriate that I post a video 'not' about wildlife here. The content is not why I'm posting it here. The audience is. To understand this peace, and to possibly help me make it better, you'll have to read a bit. Sorry, just hit the back button if you're not up to it. Understood.
Although I've been away from UWOL for a bit (no camera) I do still consider you guys family. I've noticed that many of you are parents yourself. Some of you film them, some of you talk about them, others you can just feel children are there. My son is adopted in a way. He came as part of a package deal I made with his mom two years after we fell in love. That was eight years ago.
One thing I've learned in my life to date is every one of us has issues. No one is excused. Our son Matt is no exception. Only difference is he wears his issues right out there where everyone can see them. This is pretty rough on him. The eating thing. Both his mom and I are athletes so the poor guy probably never feels he belongs. For many years we've ridden him. Jammed health down his throat daily. Camps, therapists, nutritionists, trainers, hikes, childhood obesity specialists, long talks, you name it. We've quarantined the kid, we've set him free to conquer it on his own. Not one effort helped the boy. Not one bit. In fact we've recently come to appreciate that all the poking and all the prodding is actually hurting him. Hurting all of us. So somewhat recently we've tried extra hard to lead, instead, only by example. To loosen our failing grip and let the boy be who he'll be.
Some interesting things have changed as a result of "letting him go." While his mom is still all twisted in knots inside about him (biological connection), I am actually much more relaxed now. There exists today a lot less stress between Matt and I. I'm finally only seeing the guy underneath. He's a good kid. Always has been. He's just not driven, by anything. Except one, very interesting thing. He loves glass blowing. If you talk to him ten times in one day, nine and a half times he'll bring up glass blowing. So, considering this new approach, and the new video camera I finally just got, I figured I'd do a piece on him - to support him. To help him. To hopefully, finally, make him proud of himself for what he's accomplished, rather than beating him down for what he's not.
And so I did. I shot him for an hour last Friday. Edited for eleven hours Saturday. It's not done yet, which is why I'm posting this here. Only the preliminary round of editing is complete. But there is enough done I thought, to show Matt. To show his mom. I thought it might get him all jazzed inside about himself. Maybe help motivate him for the voice-over I plan to have him do. So I sat Matt down, next to a girl he had visiting, with his mom standing behind him next to me. As they all watched the video, I watched them. The girl was excited, my wife was ecstatic, but Matt just sat there - still. As the scenes and the beats and the colorful excitement passed by us all, Matt sat three as steady as a corpse. Once the play head hit the end Matt did say it was cool. He did thank me for doing it. But that was it. Pretty anticlimactic. I didn't press it though. Just took it as a swing and a miss, and moved on.
About half an hour later though, after I was gone, with the girl in the other room Matt met his mom in the kitchen. She asked him, "How cool was it that Eric made that video for you? I mean, did you love it or what?" His only response was to stand there, still. Then finally he came out with it. As tears welled up in his eyes he quietly told her, "Mom. .....I never knew I was so huge." Then he closed the door to the garage behind himself and cried uncontrollably.
Matt Pilla, Glass Blowing (http://www.reelsense.net/QT/MattGlassBlowing/MattGlass.html)
The irony here is amazing. Finally we've stopped begging Matt to look at himself, and now it's all he can see.
I plan to record Matt's voice-over, and also to capture proper sound of the machines, flames, and the activity of the morning. It's been raining non stop here though, and the glass studio is actually outdoors. I'll record all the sound tomorrow. But what I'd like to ask is, how do you think I can make this better? I don't want it to be a tragic story. In fact I'd like it to be the opposite. And not even so obviously about just Matt. I wish it could be about the special things we all have inside, rather than the individual issues we all harbor. Maybe about the awkwardness we all go through as teens, as we discover our place in life. This is why the awkward "Hi-five" at the end, and also the staring boy. But no matter what stories it tells, hopefully all of the above, I don't want any story to be so obvious. Maybe one message on the surface, and others buried far below.
If you can suggest anything, UWOL family, it would be greatly appreciated.
Merry Christmas everyone,
Eric
Although I've been away from UWOL for a bit (no camera) I do still consider you guys family. I've noticed that many of you are parents yourself. Some of you film them, some of you talk about them, others you can just feel children are there. My son is adopted in a way. He came as part of a package deal I made with his mom two years after we fell in love. That was eight years ago.
One thing I've learned in my life to date is every one of us has issues. No one is excused. Our son Matt is no exception. Only difference is he wears his issues right out there where everyone can see them. This is pretty rough on him. The eating thing. Both his mom and I are athletes so the poor guy probably never feels he belongs. For many years we've ridden him. Jammed health down his throat daily. Camps, therapists, nutritionists, trainers, hikes, childhood obesity specialists, long talks, you name it. We've quarantined the kid, we've set him free to conquer it on his own. Not one effort helped the boy. Not one bit. In fact we've recently come to appreciate that all the poking and all the prodding is actually hurting him. Hurting all of us. So somewhat recently we've tried extra hard to lead, instead, only by example. To loosen our failing grip and let the boy be who he'll be.
Some interesting things have changed as a result of "letting him go." While his mom is still all twisted in knots inside about him (biological connection), I am actually much more relaxed now. There exists today a lot less stress between Matt and I. I'm finally only seeing the guy underneath. He's a good kid. Always has been. He's just not driven, by anything. Except one, very interesting thing. He loves glass blowing. If you talk to him ten times in one day, nine and a half times he'll bring up glass blowing. So, considering this new approach, and the new video camera I finally just got, I figured I'd do a piece on him - to support him. To help him. To hopefully, finally, make him proud of himself for what he's accomplished, rather than beating him down for what he's not.
And so I did. I shot him for an hour last Friday. Edited for eleven hours Saturday. It's not done yet, which is why I'm posting this here. Only the preliminary round of editing is complete. But there is enough done I thought, to show Matt. To show his mom. I thought it might get him all jazzed inside about himself. Maybe help motivate him for the voice-over I plan to have him do. So I sat Matt down, next to a girl he had visiting, with his mom standing behind him next to me. As they all watched the video, I watched them. The girl was excited, my wife was ecstatic, but Matt just sat there - still. As the scenes and the beats and the colorful excitement passed by us all, Matt sat three as steady as a corpse. Once the play head hit the end Matt did say it was cool. He did thank me for doing it. But that was it. Pretty anticlimactic. I didn't press it though. Just took it as a swing and a miss, and moved on.
About half an hour later though, after I was gone, with the girl in the other room Matt met his mom in the kitchen. She asked him, "How cool was it that Eric made that video for you? I mean, did you love it or what?" His only response was to stand there, still. Then finally he came out with it. As tears welled up in his eyes he quietly told her, "Mom. .....I never knew I was so huge." Then he closed the door to the garage behind himself and cried uncontrollably.
Matt Pilla, Glass Blowing (http://www.reelsense.net/QT/MattGlassBlowing/MattGlass.html)
The irony here is amazing. Finally we've stopped begging Matt to look at himself, and now it's all he can see.
I plan to record Matt's voice-over, and also to capture proper sound of the machines, flames, and the activity of the morning. It's been raining non stop here though, and the glass studio is actually outdoors. I'll record all the sound tomorrow. But what I'd like to ask is, how do you think I can make this better? I don't want it to be a tragic story. In fact I'd like it to be the opposite. And not even so obviously about just Matt. I wish it could be about the special things we all have inside, rather than the individual issues we all harbor. Maybe about the awkwardness we all go through as teens, as we discover our place in life. This is why the awkward "Hi-five" at the end, and also the staring boy. But no matter what stories it tells, hopefully all of the above, I don't want any story to be so obvious. Maybe one message on the surface, and others buried far below.
If you can suggest anything, UWOL family, it would be greatly appreciated.
Merry Christmas everyone,
Eric