This is what I did with my Tuesday night.
I know what you're thinking. BYU students did this? Yes. And it was legal. I am working on another small film this semester about prejudice. A Jewish soldier wakes up in a hospital to find that he had a heart transplant. He finds out from his Muslim nurse that it was from her brother, a man that this soldier had killed. It's not my favorite script, but it's been interesting. From "Romania" to "Israel". We've spent the last two Saturdays filming in a hospital and this weekend we are moving to a "compound". Somehow we found this crazy little cement room on the other side of the lake and got permission to do the graffiti. It was a once in a lifetime experience. I did the black lettering in the first picture, the chicken, some other random smatterings, and my name, of course, off in a corner that probably won't be filmed.
