Director: Lewis Klahr
Lewis Klahr applies Barthe's dictum that ‘camera's are clocks for seeing' in this slippery, sad pop elegy about having lived.
Translates the experimental prose of Brazilian poet and cultural agitator Paulo Leminski into a tactile dance of light and texture. ... More »
A truly beautiful meditation on the poetics of optics, film and foliage; relax, look, listen, enjoy. ... More »
This perceptual training film disciplines the eye to catch a single frame, an explosion of light, a moment of gesture and timing. ... More »
In one wide shot, a tranquil pastorale unfolds in miniature, but narration is never without meta-narrative. ... More »
Picture book fragments rearrange to construct a meditation on colour, texture and form, creating the ‘Exquisite Corpse'. ... More »
As the menacing relics of war return to the soil, abstract vision is in eerie harmony with atmospheric sound. ... More »