I Might Be There (I Won't)

From a small cabin in the mountains of New York, Nina Breeder and Massimilian Breeder begin a journey across the United States. California is just the initial destination, but just as the edge of the surrounding landscape expands, so does their ultimate destination. A contemplation of nature and time along a raw journey in the American landscape.

Two men. Friends? Enemies? Lovers? Brothers? One is nothing, success or failure depends on two.

As a family struggles to survive in rural isolation during the Great Depression, their daughter's secret affair begins a journey into the unknown.

A psychedelic montage of home movie footage gives way to a silent western story.

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

Beyond all human restraint lies one's lugubrious layers of paint.

Shot in the abandoned buildings of Gary, Indiana and the cornfields of Western Illinois, The Twenty-One Lives of Billy the Kid presents a fractured historical narrative without any real protagonist, one in which the titular character goes mostly unseen - Billy the Kid as the always-off-screen assailant, as a ghost’s laugh, as a shadow on the road.

Calangros: Um faroeste sobre o terceiro mundo

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

A 'reversal' of Jean-Léon Gérôme's 1872 painting Pollice Verso.

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

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

1 minute experimental film.

I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there's some sort of reprieve.

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

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

Shadows frighten what one oughtn't be gripping (that thing before/hind you).

On the Clickity-clack Express it's clear I'm always under duress, unless I forget.

For a young boy, ordinary facts and things of daily life seem to have great importance.

A mesmerizing trip through the psychedelic vastness of space.