Eric Cloutier Movies

(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as children.

Wax and wane until there is naught but boring pain.

Lines align during acclimated apexes, shadowy vertices, and bright burrows.

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

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

1 minute experimental film.

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

Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.

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

Perception becomes reality, forcing reality to lose perception, crash, and burn.

20 minute experimental film.

5 minute experimental film.

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

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

A 'reversal' of Jean-Léon Gérôme's 1872 painting Pollice Verso.