From the start we defined ourselves with a lack of definition. This movie was not to be made like other movies. This was a ritual experiment, an exploration of the place where we meet when we set ourselves free. And mostly, at the end of the day, where we met was in the bathroom, a few of us in the bathtub, a few brushing our teeth, and someone on the toilet, reviewing the day's work, singing each other lullabies. Things got intimate, fast.
What emerged was an exploration of story outside of narrative, of how meaning lives in moments and creates a lyrical logic of its own, born from the interconnectivity of the group mind that grew from our gathered selves. We found ourselves tracing ancient lineages of feminine wisdom, lost and broken, hidden and alive, running like veins through the body of our emerging story. The images and situations that arose through us became a map to the work that wanted to be made, like drunken detectives in our shared imagination, we pieced together each scene as a clue to some potential shared ecstatic liberation. The film itself became a call to aliveness in all its grit and glory.
This project has been a kind of magnetic vortex, attracting exactly what was needed just in the nick of time. Once it was set in motion, Bianca was contacted by the ever-gracious Anthony Pedone of FilmExchange, and the next thing she knew, had been leant a Black Magic 4k camera, a slew of Zeiss Primes lenses and a whole bunch of other top-notch equipment including a steady cam rig and Jake Ramirez, a genius photographer and all around magical creature who became our one-man crew. Needless to say, this massively upped the level of the project and somehow we all recognized that this was a vision with the full synchronistic support of the magical universe. We started to get bold. When we needed a horse, there happened to be someone riding one next to the bar where we went for last minute burgers on a day we didn't have the energy or brain power to cook. When we realized we needed a sound babe, one appeared, in the vagabond form of Ryan Rooney, who showed up at our door one day and stayed for weeks, weaving seamlessly into the mayhem, his own healing and redemption becoming part of the unfolding story. And so it was with us all.
"Somehow we had all made an unspoken pact to back each other up in getting seriously free"
Bianca Casady and her sister Sierra, who together form the band CocoRosie, were kind enough to lend their RV to the production and, eventually, came and joined us in the desert, responding to the rare opportunity to collaborate with such a unique women-led crew. When asked about it all, Bianca replied, "I came to Texas with no expectations. My sister's dream of becoming a rodeo clown manifested before our dusty tequila filled eyes. I found peace in riding back seat in this particular amorphous ship of creativity. There was a mysterious end to every scene, one which none of us cared to control or predict."