Hope This Goes Over Well/Living in an Empty World

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.

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

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.

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

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

1 minute experimental film.

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

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.

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

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.

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

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

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

Calangros: Um faroeste sobre o terceiro mundo

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.

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

A mesmerizing trip through the psychedelic vastness of space.

The shadows of screams climb beyond the hills. It has happened before. But this will be the last time. The last few sense it, withdrawing deep into the forest. They cry out into the black, as the shadows pass away, into the ground.