Listlessness

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

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.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.

A short film recounting the travels of a lonely astronaut confronted by the unknown. Unfolding as a mystery, it becomes a carefully subtle, autobiographical examination of the feeling of loneliness and the existential issue of not understanding life on earth and ones place among it.

This fantastical movie inspired by the music of Michael Jackson features imaginative interpretations of hit tracks from the iconic 1987 album “Bad”.

Roda Viva Roda Brasil

A poetic, semi-autobiographical short film of the sun setting over a village, shot from behind the curtains of a small, dimly lit room.

Global Groove was a collaborative piece by Nam June Paik and John Godfrey. Paik, amongst other artists who shared the same vision in the 1960s, saw the potential in the television beyond it being a one-sided medium to present programs and commercials. Instead, he saw it more as a place to facilitate a free flow of information exchange. He wanted to strip away the limitations from copyright system and network restrictions and bring in a new TV culture where information could be accessed inexpensively and conveniently. The full length of the piece ran 28 minutes and was first broadcasted in January 30, 1974 on WNET.

An unnamed passer-by is forced to trace a circular route inside an abandoned tram station, facing loss and time. The broken walls act as a channel, transmitting fragmentary, blurred and analogical memories. 

Playful and rythmic self-portrait shot on Super 8mm and 16mm. Colored directly on the super 8mm.

The final 17 years of American singer and musician Karen Carpenter, performed almost entirely by modified Barbie dolls.

Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as children.