Memory, Possession, Truth, Language, Solitude, Cigarettes, Suicide and Trust. Disorder, Reconstruction, Out takes and tape. Pin hole, Retrospective, Performance and Velvet ... Obsession, Creation, Addiction, Introverted, Reflection, Moving Element ... Subject Matter, Day Dreams, Sailors and Anger, Failure, Remorse ... Permanent Desire, Documentation, Lip Synch, Animation ... Static, Procrastination, Dissolve and Fade. Distortion, HomoErotic Collaboration. Habitat, Transformation, Hieroglyphic, Consideration ... Liquid and Fat ... One Track Minded Mental Block. Unresolved Reality, Ordinary Restriction. Volatile Combination, Desire, Presentation Meaningless Evidence, Situation Imagination and Dream ... Pigment, Punch Holes, Ashes and Swirl ... Soundtracks, Pealing, Ribbons Twirl, Maggots and Pink. Comas and Cameras, Liquid Vignette ... Juxtaposition, Frame Line, 500 Watts ... Cerebral Hemorrhage, Head Vomit, Project ... Make Believe Glamour, Glitter and Tonic, A Time Sorted Occasion, A Pleasant Worth While Episode, A Relaxed Flabby Eyelid ... A Silver Funeral ... and Birthday Cake.
SODOM is viscerally graphic and disturbing through its hypnotic mirage of human fragment absorbed in mutilation. Based on the biblical story, SODOM recreates this destruction through an editing style that lends itself to a kind of organic image breakdown, creating a collage of moving image.
1989, S8mm, color/so, 21m (18fps), $60
1991, S8mm, color/so, 13m, $40
Includes: MEAT (originally shot on Super 8) and MEAT, a two-hour live performance.
MEAT is viscerally consuming in its sterile, antiseptic and static giving over of the flesh. Poked, prodded, pinched and disgraced, the humiliated body is sacrificed and the metamorphosis begins ... the fly becomes the shit ... the maggot becomes the bone ... the bone becomes the food ... the food becomes shit and the body becomes the wound ... the institution becomes teeth ... throat and stomach.
Note: Both one-hour film (on VHS) and two-hour live performance (two VHS tape set) are available.
1992, VHS, color/so, 60m, $60; 120m (two tape set), $50
If I lived a thousand years ago
I'd probably be running half naked
in the scorching sun
over jagged rocks
ripping open the bottoms of my feet
and tearing off my toes.
Blood-curdling screams behind me
A tribe of men chasing me
If they caught me
they'd probably chop my head off
If I lived two thousand years ago
I'd walk for months through the desert sand
with no food or water
I'd be OK until someone came by
and chopped my head off
If I lived three thousand years ago
In France, Italy, Texas, or Japan
I'd probably be so cold and small
if somebody ever found me
they'd definitely cut off my head
If I lived four thousand years ago
and hid long enough I'd be OK
as long as I talked to myself out loud
and scribbled something on a wall
every once in awhile
No one would chop my head off then
and I would be safe
as long as I hid long enough
If I lived five thousand years ago
I'd probably still be hiding ...
If I lived six thousand years ago
I don't know what I'd be doing
If I lived seven thousand years ago from now
I'd probably be taking a quiet walk
across Lake Michigan
until somebody decided it would be a good idea
to cut off my head
1993, S8mm, color/so, 20m (18fps), $60
Live performance.
A two-hour performance featuring The Fuck it Suck it Clown, as well as other incarnations. The performance took place at Total Mobile Home in San Francisco, an intimate film and performance space run by Rebecca Barten and David Sherman.
They invited me to show film but since I'd be in San Francisco for Halloween, I decided to do it up. Film alone wasn't going to do it for me. I needed to be part of it .... Spent most of my time collecting stuff and creating the space, then transforming myself. ... it got a little messy towards the end. But it was sexy and I and I had a good time. I continued to make clown films but the mask to The Fuck it Suck it Clown is beginning to melt like rubber sometimes does.
1994, VHS, color/so, 120m, $50
finger up the nose
pimple-faced boy
icons
hard-ons
fancy time
fancy day
joyous moment
bowel movement
snot
santa
sister mother
girlfriend's brother
a bend-over day
a strong holy rock
a rock on
a plunger
a butter fly
a noisy napper
cum towel
a lipsinker lisper
a beam of light
a reserrection
big errection
a sissy spanking
heaven above
belly button buzz
1994, S8mm, color/so, 10m, $30
Why are you so stupid ... and what are you trying to say
I had a horrible dream that a big big elephant
walked on a piece of cake
and fell through it like quicksand
and disappeared
all that was left was a big floppy gray earlobe
Someone with a small head and tiny body stuck a note in it
then it sank into the cake too.
I remember running upside down
snagging my entire body against a screen of thread.
I could hear silver songs of red white and blue
and some guy walked by with a nice chunk of butt
wearing flesh-colored bikini underwear
I pulled them down and his ass was purple.
Half the street I was standing on blew up.
The birds in the sky made sounds like upset stomach
and feathers fell hard on the top of my head.
I squint my eyes for a second but nothing changed.
Too many people had party on same day ...
1994, S8mm, color/so, 17m (18fps), $50
Woke up walking alone from a dream toward a translucent sky
a run day ... The edge electric against infinity revealed
everything
it was the moment before I was born
the moment before I died
I was pressed between glass
I could see myself walking past
I could see my eye looking at my eye
I was standing someplace far away
looking at myself
pressed between glass
I looked like I was moving but it was more like the way a worm
pushes into itself to get to wherever it goes
I could slip through those spaces and rest for awhile
then distribute everything I am and all that I was
but I panicked
I continued to push
my body into itself
I woke pressed between
glass
I thought I was walking
I saw myself walking
I could see my eye
looking at my eye
and the place where I died
when I was born
1994, S8mm, color/so, 13m (18fps), $40
Roses and Red, Blood is Black.
A hazardously narrative B&W film made in Super 8 and accompanied by a scratchy and somewhat elegant musical soundtrack.
A. is a relentlessly rancid alcoholic and drug-induced journey through which Edie, a washed-up and broken movie starlet finds herself alone and ugly with only glittering memories of her silver past.
Note: Two 600 foot reels at 18fps with two audio cassette tapes. Sound starts with image.
1995, S8mm, b&w/sound on cassette tape, 60m (18fps), $135
Originally Super 8.
Fall of 1967, I was on my way to the first day of pre-kindergarten in my father's white Pontiac convertible. The top was down and my mother's kerchief was blowing in my face. I sat in the back seat crying I didn't want to go. I'd rather be playing tent in my room. It was very traumatic. But when we got to the school, my mother turned around and said "Oh Daddy he doesn't have to go .... He's going to have to go to Vietnam some day ..." so we went for ice cream instead.
But as I Sucked up the tears from my face and wiped my nose, I counted on my fingers how many years it would be before I had to go to war. My mother also used to say ... "Finish your plate ... there are starving children in Cambodia ...." I missed Vietnam, but it was always there.
1995, VHS, color/so, 42m, $125