Bright Black was born in a white out in the middle of the night in the middle of the winter in the middle of nowhere, somewhere between San Francisco and NYC. They were basically just two makers of film forging the Zeitgeist of the collective consciousness and searching for mostly edible foods, occasionally stopping to admire bird migrations or the latest power move/dance trend. It was a friendship that compelled them to run out into the world with a rusty, unpredictable compass that ultimately leads to the fork in the road of doing what you love and loving what you’re doing.
Recognizing that together they were something of a gestalt, they combined forces and made a whole new creature; a creature that could only be seen on your optic nerve when you close your eyes and drift away into the shimmering phosphenes beneath your eyelids. That is the liminal spectrum they play in; the psychoactive spark right between understanding and the suspension of disbelief. So right there, in the middle of nowhere, emerged a cyclops that opened its second eye. A photochemical reaction. A partnership of photons that are explicitly committed to making pretty pictures do pretty things. They believe imagination is the mother of innovation so they approach each project as an opportunity to discover something new, unique and beautiful.
And let’s meditate on the power of two for a second. No twos? Peace signs would just be a middle finger. You can not have a friend by yourself. Birds would endlessly spiral to their feathery doom. There would be no clapping. No Tuesdays. No duets. No Bright Black (not cool).