Shadows frighten what one oughtn't be gripping (that thing before/hind you).
Eric Cloutier
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Beyond all human restraint lies one's lugubrious layers of paint.
Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.
On the Clickity-clack Express it's clear I'm always under duress, unless I forget.
Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.
A 'reversal' of Jean-Léon Gérôme's 1872 painting Pollice Verso.
1 minute experimental film.
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 sight.
(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as children.
Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.
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.
Two men. Friends? Enemies? Lovers? Brothers? One is nothing, success or failure depends on two.
A psychedelic montage of home movie footage gives way to a silent western story.
I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there's some sort of reprieve.
Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.
