Short gay melodrama.

The Vagabond...what does he seek? - ask the River, ask the Wind - but don't ask Him!

Relationships don't end... they linger like ghosts.

"Great woods, you frighten me like some cathedral's gloom, and awaken pastoral pipes on pagan heights."

Dark, domestic tensions need the cleansing rays of a bright summer afternoon.

Ripe fruit in sweaty socks; soft eyes, stained and suffering in the origin of consciousness, and a soul needing refrigeration, for it has nearly...

One's "softest parts" are "scooped out and eaten alive".

Secret number... secret shape... knower of the secret name... God of the realm of night - I summon you, 'Son of Sin'... arise!

Looney thespians run amok in a classroom.

Part three of Mike Kuchar's Heat Rash: This audio, visual laxative empties the mind of inhibitions to allow the spectator entrance into the...

In the serene zone between twilight and dawn, a lullaby of thoughts floats beneath a blanket of stars.

Green spills over purple ridges and into deep cut valleys. Blue surges up from rounds and hollows, blending with incandescent pink plains...

A cavalcade of characters in conflict with consciousness is conjured up within the confines of Studio 8 at the San Francisco Art Institute and...

'Misery' doesn't like 'company' -- but 'company' does love a 'party', so come join in on a catastrophic celebration, and do 'hang on' tight --...

A hell of a lot more of you through a keyhole!!

An evocative 16mm short shot during a visit to Nepal.

Blue skies, babbling brooks, and a big book in a field full of flowers is the departure point for this video.

Commissioned to be a "promo" for a loud punk rock band, Mr. Kuchar feared that the noise the band made would spoil the mood of his visuals, so he...

Offer a pagan god only simple flowers of spring and the sparkling diamonds and opals of morning dew strung on the threads of the spider... and fear...

In this thespian workout, a troop of stage actors improvises within a kaleidoscopic zone of warped spaces.