I May Have Been Born Yesterday, But

There’s Always Been This Hocus-pocus Or Magical, Mystical Thing Associated With The Making Of Film That Sort Of Psyches People Out And Makes Them Think That This Cannot Be Done; That This Is A Craft That Cannot Be Learned.

I Decided To Be A Filmmaker Between My Sophomore And Junior Years At Morehouse. Before I Left For The Summer Of 1977, My Advisor Told Me I Really Had To Declare A Major When I Came Back, Because I'd Used All My Electives In My First Two Years. I Went Back To New York And I Couldn't Find A Job. There Were None To Be Had. And That Previous Christmas Someone Gave Me A Super-8 Camera, So I Just Started To Shoot Stuff.

Our Greatness, Our Talent Has Never Been The Question. It's Been A Matter Of Grappling For Control Over What We Do.

I Want To Tell Stories, I Don't Really Try To Get Boxed In By A Specific Genre.

It Gets Dangerous When You Start Allowing People To Validate Your Work.