Mike Kuchar Filmes

A film collage tracing the story of the lives, loves, and deaths within the artistic community surrounding Jonas Mekas.

A rhythmic flow of image with sound, weaving a mood suspended in time.

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

He is Earth, Sky, and the Universe. He is Creation's creator.

This breezy and flamboyant essay about an afternoon rendezvous is pure candy for the eyes.

Two souls, one aged, the other young, contemplate flowers, fairies and earthbound angels sent to tempt and tease.

A mother and daughter, both dressed in "shocking pink", clash over men and money.

...They had their source in tangled vegetable matter, countless rapes and invasions and enjoy good wine with the girls.

Masked men prowling in the bushes and not touching anything but satin, dandelions and flesh.

A ritualistic mood piece with colour-rich images

A real and favorite dream of mine, preserved on film to be relived over and over.

A "painter" casts out the demons that haunt his canvases and who creep into his bed at night.

A bunch of Punk Rockers puke up all sorts of stuff.

A contemplative, static walk in the woods.

...They'd rather climb to the stars, than give their souls to a soulless world

It is believed that Life originated in the Sea, and like the Ocean itself, human existance is thus subject to tides and surging currents of emotions...

Earth's "garden" is fragrant with temptations but has far too many "thorns". He got "stung" and fell...got up...and fell, again and again!

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

He hears the whispers of gargoyles in a hall of heavy stone.