Something is Happening Here

An experimental short.

An experimental short.

An experimental short.

This video art experiment and survey on human's visual and sound perception which have an influence on the way of life, national integration, and people's belief in fact. The video changes the way of human's usual perception by using a Thai ancient tale read by a calm voice, along with the annoying visual and sound.

The Sin as a dream? A dream that is stolen and being controlled? A bizarre Trip between dream and reality. Welcome to the witch house of Gretel F.

A bowl of blueberries in milk, changing light radiant on the berries and on the glazed bowl, the ever more radiant orb of milk transforming into glowing light itself, with a brief shadow coda answering the complex play of shadows. The regular pulses of light framing the looser rhythmus of the spoon, itself a frame. A charging of each of the frame's edges with its own particular energy. Within and without, whites and blues, lines and curves. The pulses of vision, the simple natural processes, lift the spirit.

A fixed camera companion to FOG LINE. Bright green leaves stripped from ears of corn, and later, the vibrant yellow ears placed steaming in the waiting bowl. Each of these actions inaugurates a period in which one contemplates an image whose steady transformation is barely perceptible–the delicate slow movement of light and shadow, the evolution of subtle steam into the film grain. A meditation on the fragile moments of corn's passage from living sun-nourished plant to food to light image. The mind attempts to grasp duration itself, to distinguish its own creating from its perceiving, but distictions blur in the wholeness of times's and consciousness' flow.

A languid, beautifully shot collection of landscapes, edited into a whimsical and touching film.

A gloomy tale or a completely innocent family picnic on the open air ...

Everyone has to be ready to appear before God, or it is irrevocably too late. My Lord. Save our guilty souls. Do not desert us. According to the short statement by the artist.

Jennifer and Amber Cluck accompany a montage of potentially homoerotic touching from TV sportscasts with a song about being "in love with a guy who's afraid to use his charms."

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

Begotten is the creation myth brought to life, the story of no less than the violent death of God and the (re)birth of nature on a barren earth.

Four minutes of heavily cut-up sound and vision with collage, animation and multiple exposures throughout.

Investigating autumn, temporal alterations, and their effect on movement

Originality in a time of poorly made copies, a filmic inventory of a strange time, a kaleidoscope of images, in a constant game of ruptures and continuities. All this from 365 videos published on an Instagram page in 2018, added to an original soundtrack and a text adapted from Dürrenmatt's play Dialogue of a Vile Man, a text that synthesizes our time well.

"This tape is an exploration of my latent heterosexuality with porn star / performance artist Annie Sprinkle as instructor and sage. After assuaging my fears that I can have sex with a woman & still maintain my gay identity, Annie warms me up with some playful, sensual wrestling. She then instructs in the use of a tampon while relating men's need to make war with their inability to menstruate. For the rest of the tape, she guides me through the specifics of sexual exploration, positions of coital congress as well as post- coital ritual."

A heartbroken girl is pursued by a domineering female photographer, and her growing infatuation begins to blur the line of reality and fantasy.

"A night sky fills with light shimmers and flecks, surface markings, heavenly bodies. It’s an ocean, a well, a screen, a mirror, a portal. Blackness/void cluttered by growing ephemera. Dark reaches of outer and inner space gradually sifts through shards of granite and diamonds. The mind races as the material becomes greater and more frenetic, reaching a nearly audibly grinding pitch of excitement, flurry, and instantaneous infinity that ebbs at first and then maintains. Flashes of color emerge or are imagined. Chaotic flickering of dancing peasant girls and violently twisting astronaut helmets. Layers of sea slime over undulating life forms. Bonfires and celebration. Explosions, construction. Holocausts. Primordial ooze, modern civilization. Ages and seconds. Floating heads circle kaleidoscopic bursts of shiny beads. Everything everywhere twists, forces through, transforms into, overlaps everything else." - JT Rogstad, The International Exposition (TIE)

The bridge as the channel between worlds: between the living and the dead, between male and female, between sacred and profane.