Videos are anything I directed or filmed including this visuals triptych for my wife's blues album
Hesitation Blues by Dida Pelled (2026)
This is full of red hot waiting and ass dimples. It is a labor of love and longing. After years with her wooden wife (a jazz guitar), she returns to her first love, the blues, falling in love at a strip club in Idaho along the way. Filmed at Club91 and Tyhee Enterprises, LLC by Ron Torres. Produced by Li Murphy.
Dimples by Dida Pelled (2026)
When John Lee Hooker wrote “Dimples,” he captured the obsession that comes with a fresh love. This video has the reckless second-date energy of a U-Haul lesbian. Shot at Jamaica Bay Riding Academy and welcomed the year of the Fire Horse with breathless make-outs in the hay. Shot by Forest Erwin. Directed by Li Murphy.
Since I Fell For You by Dida Pelled (2026)
This is one of the first songs the artist learned to sing. Channeling heartbreak and the perpetual vertigo of loving and losing, listen closely to the lyrics of your new fave blues. Featuring Tsitsi, our street cat turned star. Cinematography by Chije Kang. Directed by Li Murphy and Dida Pelled.
Documentary-ish films made years ago, and some are password protected
Follow the Honey (2013)
Advised by Joanna Lipper. My first job in the real world was to sell honey in Harvard Square. I became close with the owner, Mary Canning, and she graciously brought me along on her journey to find solace in the sweetness of beekeeping. Along the way, I become a bit obsessed by honeybees myself. Featuring music by Zee Avi performed by Wynnm Murphy.
The Grind (2015)
Advised by Robb Moss. I follow my father through his daily ritual as an unconventional small-business owner in what felt like my stifling hometown in Idaho. A raw and real side of my father as well as his (now bankrupt) legacy of love and lattes. In the piece I reconcile and process the guilt of returning home from travels and school. Then I felt a stranger to my hometown and daughterly duties.
Pontoon (2016)
Collaboration with Zoe Tucker, Wren Droege, and Katie Gallogy-Swan. I wonder how the years after our retreat of reverie look on everyone? Focused on our heads chatting and bobbing merrily in the water after sauna hours, the work of renovation, icy quenches, and awe in the elegant folds and structures of the clay labia that Nat Breitenstein molded. I did a back dive the other day just to make sure I could.