No Impersonator , Perpetrator

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

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

Roda Viva Roda Brasil

Part of a collection of restored early works by Nam June Paik, the haunting Beatles Electronique reveals Paik's engagement with manipulation of pop icons and electronic images. Snippets of footage from A Hard Day's Night are countered with Paik's early electronic processing.

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

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.

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

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

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

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

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

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

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

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

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

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

The film takes us through the working day of protagonists, factory workers. Their basic working tool is their body, ready to execute strenuous manual tasks. Day after day the same story, the same faces, the same spaces, the same tasks. Feeling confined, they seek a sheet anchor, a way out, an escape. They venture into the unknown, dance, drift and float in the air.

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.