Time plods along in spattered irregularities as anger and depression coalesce in confusing amalgamations.

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

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

August 2019. Frank recognizes his own story of twenty years ago in a recently published book. He rem...

An anthology of one-minute films created by 51 international filmmakers on the theme of the death of...

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

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

There is no escape… From one side of the globe to the other, there is no escaping the faces, the vis...

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

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

Global Groove was a collaborative piece by Nam June Paik and John Godfrey. Paik, amongst other artis...

An animated film made from approximately 1700 laser printed photo(collage)s, manipulated by hand.

A woman returning home falls asleep and has vivid dreams that may or may not be happening in reality...

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

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

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

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

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

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.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).