Mike Kuchar Filmes

With lashings of humour and affection, this much-loved filmmaker and his students create a wonderful journey from the chaos of hell to the paradise...

The stimulus for this dissertation on the reason behind the creative impulse is taken verbatim from an author's preface to his book.

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

There is a garden in the dark hunger of his psyche where forbidden fruit grows.

Two city dwellers in a relationship grown "tired," are near a deep forest where one hears the lure of Pan's Pipe calling.

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

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

He sighs for strange and hidden cities whose walls are pink stone, inlaid with opals, ebony and silver, and for altars where the body is worshiped...

A ripe lad embarks on a raw correspondence with his mirrored image, and thus: the dialogue is "fleshed out" to its full potential.

A "grand dame's" delirious daydream blooms like a voluptous blossom in spring.

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

Dan Carbone sings Debbie and the Demons

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

"...Deep in the garden of the Artist's heart, ghosts of bygone worlds arise on gothic wings, calling forth delicious languors."

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

There is more than one way to get 'lost' in the woods.

"...Talking to Oneself in the mirror when down in the 'mental dumps.'"

"No man can stay in bed forever...He must rise up; up the steep steps of perfection."

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

...What once was for him "real," is now but a "dream," --for the day comes when we find ourselves stranded with memories.