Ryan Putnam

Raised by wild dogs on the muddy banks of the schuylkill river, I was born into a world of unforgiving sorrow. Yet, I lived a very organic childhood which was deeply rooted in the nature surrounding me. Film reckons nostalgic childhood moments, like my first conceived thought of death, of pity and connectivity to the homeless man with his head in his lap on the street, early foggy mornings when beautiful cycle of rebirthing begins, and I am a child, always the child.