Swamp Pirates Co.

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I was asked to come up with some basic concepts for a UFO for a short film called Look Up. They totally did not use any of my designs which were inspired by clouds and instead went with some lame, boring, cliche donut shaped thing which you can view here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeZMa7OXo2w 

Did help out with the set dressing for this short and some good people were involved in the project. They just should have used one of my concepts ;)

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New zine in the making!

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Shambhala

Short documentary made strictly for educational purposes and is not-for-profit. This film was made in an accredited film school for the sole purpose of learn...

Swamp Pirates Co documentary I made for a class at film school--no copyright infringement intended whatsoever. 

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Swamp Pirates Co Photography

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Cherry Street: by Sarah Pugsley (aka Swamp Pirates Co.)

something sinister lurks in my bed, beneath the hedge rows and the hidden doorways in my head. it follows me through deserted streets, quiet; save for the glowing youth, who drive to the church parking lots and gather in pursuit of some night, some place to start a fire. Uptown there are stars; the moon brightly mirrored, as the street slopes Downtown to disappear into smoke and fog. The houses Uptown are all asleep, their blinds pulled over their eyes, furnaces snoring, as invisible people disappear from their beds, and go someplace else. The people Uptown, aren't better or worse than the people Downtown, simply, luckier. Peacefully recreating their surreal lives, they are different from the bands that i can see poking in and out of the shadows, down; way down cherry street, who blow jazz rings into the night and burn. The vibrancy of the Downtown, shakes the telephone poles of Uptown safehomes, causing sparks now and then to cascade into the street, only to be swept Downtown again. Some distant music, and the curve of the street, pulls it down so that I find myself realizing it is only night Uptown, and that dawn is never breaking; a twilight of neither dusk nor dawn, above Cherry Street. Awake. A restless street where it is not ever night or day, no sleep and awake, but some transitory phase between the two. Most people live somewhere in between Uptown and Downtown, because most people are neither dreaming, nor awake.