Naked bodies are buffeted by water accompanied by the music Il Temporale from the opera La Cenerentola and the overture to Il Barbiere di Siviglia both by Gioacchino Rossini.

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

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

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

A short film recounting the travels of a lonely astronaut confronted by the unknown. Unfolding as a ...

Part of a collection of restored early works by Nam June Paik, the haunting Beatles Electronique rev...

A poetic, semi-autobiographical short film of the sun setting over a village, shot from behind the c...

This fantastical movie inspired by the music of Michael Jackson features imaginative interpretations...

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

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 ...

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 ch...

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

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

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

An unnamed passer-by is forced to trace a circular route inside an abandoned tram station, facing lo...

Cremaster 5 is a five-act opera (sung in Hungarian) set in late-ninteenth century Budapest. The last...