Various life performances by Japanese Noise acts: Aube - Low Spin Drift / Incapacitants - Live At 20000V / Dislocation - Writing And Masturbation / Masonna - Live At Bears And La Mama / Seed Mouth - Twilight City / Violent Onsen Geisha - Night Of Unlcean Water / Solmania - Live At Living Room / Merzbow - Piss For Yves Klein / C.C.C.C. - Loud Sounds Dopa / Hijokaidan - Live At La Mama.
Anatomy of a moth
Fantaisie érotique
Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.
Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.
Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.
Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.
I turned my gaze to the various events in daily life and made this filmic diary in a manner as if confessing my feelings. Of course, since I was making the film, I wanted to depict these feelings and events with tricky techniques. I used various methods to shoot photographs of a relative's wedding, the landscape I see from window of my house, commemorative travel photographs and the like frame-by-frame.
An anthology of one-minute films created by 51 international filmmakers on the theme of the death of cinema. Intended as an ode to 35mm, the film was screened one time only on a purpose-built 20x12 meter public cinema screen in the Port of Tallinn, Estonia, on 22 December 2011. A special projector was constructed for the event which allowed the actual filmstrip to be burnt at the same time as the film was shown.
Lines align during acclimated apexes, shadowy vertices, and bright burrows.
An experimental film from Jirí Lehovec, mixing the sound process with animated rhythms.
La Maison en Petits Cubes tells the story of a grandfather's memories as he adds more blocks to his house to stem the flooding waters.
Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.
Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.
Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.
Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.
Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.
Enigma is something of a more glamorous version of White Hole, with a wide variety of elaborate textures (often composed of iconographic and religious symbols) converging towards the centre of the screen.
Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.
This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.