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The Other Side A documentary roadtrip along the U.S./Mexico border in an era of homeland insecurity. Selected Works Film Buffalo Common (2001)
Confederation Park (1999) Hub City (1997) Invisible Bridges (1995) Roswell (1993) Accomplishments Instructor: School of the Art Institute of Chicago, 2001 to present
Festivals/Screenings: Peripheral Produce Invitational, Portland, OR, 2001; BBC Film Festival, England, 2000; Montreal New Media Festival, 2000; Pacific Film Archives, San Francisco, 1999; Ann Arbor Film Festival Tour, 1997; Black Maria Film Festival, 1993 Awards: Screening Committee Award for Narrative Integrity and Most Promising Filmmaker Award, Ann Arbor Film Festival, 2000; Texas Filmmakers Award, USA Film Festival, Dallas, 2000; Gold Plaque, Chicago International Film Festival, 1997; Grammy Award Co-Nominee, with James McMurty, 1995 Grants: Creative Capital Grant, 2001; Fulbright Scholarship, 1998; Gardner Film Fellowship, 1993 Education 1997 MFA, Live Action Film Production, California Institute of the Arts and Crafts, Valencia
1992 AB, Visual and Environmental Studies, Harvard University, Cambridge, MA News January, February, March 2008 Bill Brown's Buffalo Common, Confederation
Park and The Other Side
were shown at the Ann
Arbor Film Festival.
As a juror for the 46th edition of the festival, Brown was
invited to show his own work as well. His documentaries offer
his
musings on places and their vividly felt, if often unseen, histories. July, August, September 2007 Bill Brown had work included in July’s
group show “Future Yonder,” at the Hudson Franklin Gallery,
in New York City. January, February, March 2007 Bill Brown’s The Other Side,
a documentary roadtrip along the
U.S./Mexico border in an era of homeland insecurity, screened at the
Ann Arbor Film
Festival in March. At the festival, Brown was
given the EMPA Work Life Award. Interview What do you do when you get stuck? I go on a road trip. Even a little one. I think differently when I'm driving. Maybe the orderliness of the roads, their Cartesian regularity, brings a little order to the mess in my mind. Maybe the open roads are where people who are too restless to meditate go to meditate. The dot-dot of the highway lines is like a koan, and every old neon sign is a minor moment of enlightenment. Anyway, it's harder to feel stuck when you're speeding forward through space. |
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