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“Thank you for your patience.”

New hybrid AI mixed-media film.

I wrote this idea a while ago and I’m so hyped to finally bring it to life! I know I haven’t put out any breakdown videos of my process yet, but I’m still aiming to make that happen!

Written by: @currentlystuck_
Shot by: @rafaelinunez
Edited by: @mateocaptures

Tools / How:
— Traditional shooting as always, I love to keep it all in-camera. Every shot was filmed on the FX3 and color-graded in DaVinci Resolve.
— Every character design was a combination of @reveai.app, @midjourney , @google nano banana, and @photoshop
— I then placed these characters into the shot to match the lighting of myself in the frame, using the new Nano Banana Pro tool.
— To bring these characters to life, I used googles Veo 3.1, wan 2.2, and @klingai_official 2.1. I then masked them back into the frame I’m acting in using the Magic Mask in @davinciresolvestudios , or by feeding it through Runway Aleph.
— The intercom talking, the clock spinning, the “Get Tickets Here!” sign lighting up, and the TV arguing with me were all designed and brought to life the same way I created the rest of the characters.
— The last scene where I get dragged out by the monsters was inspired by the 80s film Ghost. I wanted it to feel a bit animated and cheesy, lol. I actually acted out getting dragged, tracked myself and the monsters using @runwayapp Aleph, and then masked the black monsters onto the clean clip of me acting to get the final result.

I won’t ever forget that night
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#cinematics #minifilms #shorts #reels #90sclipons #live #16mm #ursa #filmmaker #cinematography

(Digital book 004)

- Bourdain was right. “Travel isn’t always pretty.”
There’s a sickness in the West, this belief that it’s the center of the world, that everything should be neatly packaged, and curated for our comfort. But outside the resorts, past the polished safe zones where tourists lounge,travel does what it’s meant to do, it breaks you open. It forces you to see yourself in ways you can’t ignore.
Your flaws, the ones you’ve spent years burying—suddenly become glaringly obvious.
When you’re far away, the weight of your problems shrink, almost laughable in scale, as you stumble into quiet epiphanies.
Exhausting, The never-ending attempt to fit into some picture of who we’re supposed to be. A role we’ve convinced ourselves we have to play. Because the thought of being nothing—a nobody—is unbearable. To be blank, untouched, unmarked. Open to the terrifying truth that we don’t know a damn thing.
Who would even want that? The weightlessness of not having it all figured out. Of not selling your soul for a salary that makes your parents nod approvingly over dinner. But what’s so wrong with being a nobody? What’s wrong with still becoming, still being curious?
Italy reminded me that its not about stepping into the shoes you thought were meant for you. It’s about walking barefoot for a while. Feeling the ground. Valuing the day you no longer have to.
being surrounded by unfamiliar languages, different routines, and a deep sense of community, you start comparing it to life back at home. You notice the way you wake up, how you eat, how you carry yourself. No buffers. No filters.
Travel swallowed me whole. Pulled me into a world beyond my own.
Detached from what I once let define me—I’d like to carry that home. The realization that I am nowhere near being a somebody… that there is still more to do, more to see. You could even argue that life had just begun.
And how beautiful it is to be unfinished.

(Digital book 004)

- Bourdain was right. “Travel isn’t always pretty.”
There’s a sickness in the West, this belief that it’s the center of the world, that everything should be neatly packaged, and curated for our comfort. But outside the resorts, past the polished safe zones where tourists lounge,travel does what it’s meant to do, it breaks you open. It forces you to see yourself in ways you can’t ignore.
Your flaws, the ones you’ve spent years burying—suddenly become glaringly obvious.
When you’re far away, the weight of your problems shrink, almost laughable in scale, as you stumble into quiet epiphanies.
Exhausting, The never-ending attempt to fit into some picture of who we’re supposed to be. A role we’ve convinced ourselves we have to play. Because the thought of being nothing—a nobody—is unbearable. To be blank, untouched, unmarked. Open to the terrifying truth that we don’t know a damn thing.
Who would even want that? The weightlessness of not having it all figured out. Of not selling your soul for a salary that makes your parents nod approvingly over dinner. But what’s so wrong with being a nobody? What’s wrong with still becoming, still being curious?
Italy reminded me that its not about stepping into the shoes you thought were meant for you. It’s about walking barefoot for a while. Feeling the ground. Valuing the day you no longer have to.
being surrounded by unfamiliar languages, different routines, and a deep sense of community, you start comparing it to life back at home. You notice the way you wake up, how you eat, how you carry yourself. No buffers. No filters.
Travel swallowed me whole. Pulled me into a world beyond my own.
Detached from what I once let define me—I’d like to carry that home. The realization that I am nowhere near being a somebody… that there is still more to do, more to see. You could even argue that life had just begun.
And how beautiful it is to be unfinished.

(Digital book 004)

- Bourdain was right. “Travel isn’t always pretty.”
There’s a sickness in the West, this belief that it’s the center of the world, that everything should be neatly packaged, and curated for our comfort. But outside the resorts, past the polished safe zones where tourists lounge,travel does what it’s meant to do, it breaks you open. It forces you to see yourself in ways you can’t ignore.
Your flaws, the ones you’ve spent years burying—suddenly become glaringly obvious.
When you’re far away, the weight of your problems shrink, almost laughable in scale, as you stumble into quiet epiphanies.
Exhausting, The never-ending attempt to fit into some picture of who we’re supposed to be. A role we’ve convinced ourselves we have to play. Because the thought of being nothing—a nobody—is unbearable. To be blank, untouched, unmarked. Open to the terrifying truth that we don’t know a damn thing.
Who would even want that? The weightlessness of not having it all figured out. Of not selling your soul for a salary that makes your parents nod approvingly over dinner. But what’s so wrong with being a nobody? What’s wrong with still becoming, still being curious?
Italy reminded me that its not about stepping into the shoes you thought were meant for you. It’s about walking barefoot for a while. Feeling the ground. Valuing the day you no longer have to.
being surrounded by unfamiliar languages, different routines, and a deep sense of community, you start comparing it to life back at home. You notice the way you wake up, how you eat, how you carry yourself. No buffers. No filters.
Travel swallowed me whole. Pulled me into a world beyond my own.
Detached from what I once let define me—I’d like to carry that home. The realization that I am nowhere near being a somebody… that there is still more to do, more to see. You could even argue that life had just begun.
And how beautiful it is to be unfinished.

(Digital book 004)

- Bourdain was right. “Travel isn’t always pretty.”
There’s a sickness in the West, this belief that it’s the center of the world, that everything should be neatly packaged, and curated for our comfort. But outside the resorts, past the polished safe zones where tourists lounge,travel does what it’s meant to do, it breaks you open. It forces you to see yourself in ways you can’t ignore.
Your flaws, the ones you’ve spent years burying—suddenly become glaringly obvious.
When you’re far away, the weight of your problems shrink, almost laughable in scale, as you stumble into quiet epiphanies.
Exhausting, The never-ending attempt to fit into some picture of who we’re supposed to be. A role we’ve convinced ourselves we have to play. Because the thought of being nothing—a nobody—is unbearable. To be blank, untouched, unmarked. Open to the terrifying truth that we don’t know a damn thing.
Who would even want that? The weightlessness of not having it all figured out. Of not selling your soul for a salary that makes your parents nod approvingly over dinner. But what’s so wrong with being a nobody? What’s wrong with still becoming, still being curious?
Italy reminded me that its not about stepping into the shoes you thought were meant for you. It’s about walking barefoot for a while. Feeling the ground. Valuing the day you no longer have to.
being surrounded by unfamiliar languages, different routines, and a deep sense of community, you start comparing it to life back at home. You notice the way you wake up, how you eat, how you carry yourself. No buffers. No filters.
Travel swallowed me whole. Pulled me into a world beyond my own.
Detached from what I once let define me—I’d like to carry that home. The realization that I am nowhere near being a somebody… that there is still more to do, more to see. You could even argue that life had just begun.
And how beautiful it is to be unfinished.

(Digital book 004)

- Bourdain was right. “Travel isn’t always pretty.”
There’s a sickness in the West, this belief that it’s the center of the world, that everything should be neatly packaged, and curated for our comfort. But outside the resorts, past the polished safe zones where tourists lounge,travel does what it’s meant to do, it breaks you open. It forces you to see yourself in ways you can’t ignore.
Your flaws, the ones you’ve spent years burying—suddenly become glaringly obvious.
When you’re far away, the weight of your problems shrink, almost laughable in scale, as you stumble into quiet epiphanies.
Exhausting, The never-ending attempt to fit into some picture of who we’re supposed to be. A role we’ve convinced ourselves we have to play. Because the thought of being nothing—a nobody—is unbearable. To be blank, untouched, unmarked. Open to the terrifying truth that we don’t know a damn thing.
Who would even want that? The weightlessness of not having it all figured out. Of not selling your soul for a salary that makes your parents nod approvingly over dinner. But what’s so wrong with being a nobody? What’s wrong with still becoming, still being curious?
Italy reminded me that its not about stepping into the shoes you thought were meant for you. It’s about walking barefoot for a while. Feeling the ground. Valuing the day you no longer have to.
being surrounded by unfamiliar languages, different routines, and a deep sense of community, you start comparing it to life back at home. You notice the way you wake up, how you eat, how you carry yourself. No buffers. No filters.
Travel swallowed me whole. Pulled me into a world beyond my own.
Detached from what I once let define me—I’d like to carry that home. The realization that I am nowhere near being a somebody… that there is still more to do, more to see. You could even argue that life had just begun.
And how beautiful it is to be unfinished.

(Digital book 004)

- Bourdain was right. “Travel isn’t always pretty.”
There’s a sickness in the West, this belief that it’s the center of the world, that everything should be neatly packaged, and curated for our comfort. But outside the resorts, past the polished safe zones where tourists lounge,travel does what it’s meant to do, it breaks you open. It forces you to see yourself in ways you can’t ignore.
Your flaws, the ones you’ve spent years burying—suddenly become glaringly obvious.
When you’re far away, the weight of your problems shrink, almost laughable in scale, as you stumble into quiet epiphanies.
Exhausting, The never-ending attempt to fit into some picture of who we’re supposed to be. A role we’ve convinced ourselves we have to play. Because the thought of being nothing—a nobody—is unbearable. To be blank, untouched, unmarked. Open to the terrifying truth that we don’t know a damn thing.
Who would even want that? The weightlessness of not having it all figured out. Of not selling your soul for a salary that makes your parents nod approvingly over dinner. But what’s so wrong with being a nobody? What’s wrong with still becoming, still being curious?
Italy reminded me that its not about stepping into the shoes you thought were meant for you. It’s about walking barefoot for a while. Feeling the ground. Valuing the day you no longer have to.
being surrounded by unfamiliar languages, different routines, and a deep sense of community, you start comparing it to life back at home. You notice the way you wake up, how you eat, how you carry yourself. No buffers. No filters.
Travel swallowed me whole. Pulled me into a world beyond my own.
Detached from what I once let define me—I’d like to carry that home. The realization that I am nowhere near being a somebody… that there is still more to do, more to see. You could even argue that life had just begun.
And how beautiful it is to be unfinished.

(Digital book 004)

- Bourdain was right. “Travel isn’t always pretty.”
There’s a sickness in the West, this belief that it’s the center of the world, that everything should be neatly packaged, and curated for our comfort. But outside the resorts, past the polished safe zones where tourists lounge,travel does what it’s meant to do, it breaks you open. It forces you to see yourself in ways you can’t ignore.
Your flaws, the ones you’ve spent years burying—suddenly become glaringly obvious.
When you’re far away, the weight of your problems shrink, almost laughable in scale, as you stumble into quiet epiphanies.
Exhausting, The never-ending attempt to fit into some picture of who we’re supposed to be. A role we’ve convinced ourselves we have to play. Because the thought of being nothing—a nobody—is unbearable. To be blank, untouched, unmarked. Open to the terrifying truth that we don’t know a damn thing.
Who would even want that? The weightlessness of not having it all figured out. Of not selling your soul for a salary that makes your parents nod approvingly over dinner. But what’s so wrong with being a nobody? What’s wrong with still becoming, still being curious?
Italy reminded me that its not about stepping into the shoes you thought were meant for you. It’s about walking barefoot for a while. Feeling the ground. Valuing the day you no longer have to.
being surrounded by unfamiliar languages, different routines, and a deep sense of community, you start comparing it to life back at home. You notice the way you wake up, how you eat, how you carry yourself. No buffers. No filters.
Travel swallowed me whole. Pulled me into a world beyond my own.
Detached from what I once let define me—I’d like to carry that home. The realization that I am nowhere near being a somebody… that there is still more to do, more to see. You could even argue that life had just begun.
And how beautiful it is to be unfinished.

‘Make The Process Lovable

A short film made In collaboration with lovable & @creatorcamp, showcasing how in todays world, anyone can be a builder.

Comment ‘Lovable’ and we’ll send you a link to try it out + a discount code for 20% off

Director/Writer: @mateocaptures
Prod Co: @creatorcamp
Featured Creators: @wacomo, @elliotchoy, @covacut’

Will AI actually replace artists? Or is it just a new type of paint brush?

Full interview w/ @mateocaptures on YouTube, link in bio.

I built a personal app so I’d never animate my film titles by hand again

Built with @wabimaxxing

"Thank You for Your Patience”

This was my favorite film I worked on last year.
It was really tedious, but it taught me a lot.

I’m already taking what I learned from this project and pouring it into a couple of others as we speak.

In 2025, I learned the kind of work I want to focus on moving forward.
If you know me, these projects are my life lol I dedicate a lot of time to them. There’s nothing more fulfilling than taking something you’ve written and bringing it to life. You always walk away with something new.

That being said, I want to one up myself this year and put out as many films as I possibly can.

All we ever need is a buddy 🖤

New AI mixed-media project
Should I start making full breakdowns of these projects?

Shot🎥 by: @rafaelinunez

Tools I used:
* Every shot was filmed on a Sony FX3
* MidJourney to create the text and smiley face exactly how I envisioned it
* Nano Banana to place the MidJourney text onto the sign I shot on camera
* Full color grading and editing in DaVinci
* Character design using MidJourney, Photoshop generative fill, and Nano Banana
* Brought the character to life by combining the original footage with my references, inputted into Runway Aleph

also side note, Bleed by dead calm is my favorite song of all time rn

my existential crisis :)…

The setup vs The shot from our last Short

DP: @est_cai

Growing out of what once felt like home…

DP: @est_cai

Should this have been a real movie?

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Directed by @mateocaptures
DP/cam ops: @adrianszepeda @angelshmood @whoislagxxn
Grips: @limbo_vs @rafaelinunez
Writers: @rafaelinunez @currentlystuck_ @kr.yst
Cast: @kr.yst @tech.the.new.trap @romanbrion @mateocaptures