I’m a Latine filmmaker, screenwriter, and multi-media artist from Los Angeles, California (Glassell Park); a first-generation graduate from Northwestern University; and a first-year graduate student at California Institute of the Arts. Learned in programs like RunwayAI, Unreal Engine 5, Unity, After Effects, Adobe Photoshop/Illustrator, DaVinci Resolve, and Blender; I am a futurist. I imagine a media boundless by ideals yet embedded in a human-made reality, created by people like me. My storytelling and production skills span from music videos and short narrative films to experimental documentaries which have been selected in festivals from the National Film Festival for Talented Youth (NFFTY) to the Defy Film Festival.
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I’m a Latine filmmaker, screenwriter, and artist from Los Angeles, California (Glassell Park); a first-generation graduate from Northwestern University; and a first-year graduate student at California Institute of the Arts. Learned in programs like RunwayAI, Unreal Engine 5, Unity, After Effects, DaVinci Resolve, and Blender; I, too, am a futurist. My storytelling and production skills span from music videos and short narrative films to experimental documentaries which have been selected in festivals from the National Film Festival for Talented Youth (NFFTY) to the Defy Film Festival.
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sol
“Sol” is a visual poem paired with a self-produced song about love in comparison to the sun, meant to illustrate both the beauty of illumination but also the heat that transpires. Shot, written, and scored by Jesse Vela.
Poem:
The sun also rises
I hope you see the sol in me
The window breaks by soft light
You are the sun, I am tonight
Impassioned, I whimper a cry
For all times you rose, and passed me by
But still my love grows, until One day I die
Too close to you, in your rays I’ll fly
My star, I hope you see the sol in me,
Melt, please melt, all the cold for me
My star, I hope you’re always here for me,
Swallow the sky and smile right back at me
Imma freak, cut me open and see inside
Take my heart, my life, and all my pride
Recycle my pain, and churn it again,
Slash-and-burn my soil so when,
The crops are dead, you can tend.
But I contend,
These hearts I mend.
My head is cursed
Because I kissed some men.
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