A successful mod photographer in London whose world is bounded by fashion, pop music, marijuana, and easy sex, feels his life is boring and despairing. But in the course of a single day he unknowingly captures a death on film.
The final 17 years of American singer and musician Karen Carpenter, performed almost entirely by modified Barbie dolls.
A lonely telephone operator leading an empty, amoral life finds God – only to have her faith continually tested in ways beyond what she could have imagined.
Platitudes begin at peaks then rapidly descend and dismantle in order to ascend more acutely until they repeatedly and successively overwhelm.
A young girl’s fiery dance, accidentally caught on 16 mm film in the street. The viewer is confronted by the sacrificial and the passionate, the strong and the fragile, the fleeting and the eternal. These are the faces of femininity.
Avant-garde composer John Cage is famous for his experimental pieces and "chance music" but temporarily branched into video in 1992 with this art film about meaningless activity. The work is composed of two segments that are supposed to be played simultaneously: "One 11" contains the artistic statement, and "103" is a 17-part orchestral piece. Also included is a revealing documentary about Cage and director Henning Lohner.
Beyond all human restraint lies one's lugubrious layers of paint.
As technology accelerates, our species' collective imagination of the future grows ever more kaleidoscopic. We are all haunted by temporal distortion, perhaps no more than when we attempt to remember what the future looked like to our younger selves. As the mist of time devours our memories, the future recedes; each of us burdened by the gaping mouth of entropy. Yet, emerging technology provides a glimmer of hope; transhumanism promises a future free from mortality, disease and pain. Does our salvation lie in digital simulacra? We're here to sell you the answer to that question, for the low, low price of four hundred and seventy seconds.
Corpus II Home presents a fatalist visualisation of the psychological effects of the world coming to a standstill. The mind becomes hyper aware of itself, every thought, every movement is methodically registered and evaluated, creating a suffocating environment that will have brutal consequences.
Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.
Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.
Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).
Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.
Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.
Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.
Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.
Beneath towering Brutalist architecture, a man is driven to do what must be done.
After the heroic rescue of Toki Wartooth, DETHKLOK frontman Nathan Explosion finds himself traumatized in a BRUTAL professional and romantic flat-spin all while he is tasked with fulfilling the prophecy and confronting the ultimate songwriting challenge: write the SONG OF SALVATION and save the planet. Can Nathan Explosion look beyond his brutally damaged ego to save his band, stop the Metalocalypse, and finally face the ultimate evil: Salacia?
This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.
It's time the times met each other over & over.