Eric Cloutier Movies

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

Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.

Platitudes begin at peaks then rapidly descend and dismantle in order to ascend more acutely until they repeatedly and successively overwhelm.

I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there's some sort of reprieve.

Tales of old springing forth underlying dissatisfaction with current states of being.

1 minute experimental film.

Setting, settling; still seething as I barely breathe.

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

10 minute experimental film.

5 minute experimental film.

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

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

"a feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from a lack of occupation or excitement."

Beyond all human restraint lies one's lugubrious layers of paint.

Tones rise and fall as images replicate and reorder, dizzying, nauseating -- vexing.

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

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.

On the Clickity-clack Express it's clear I'm always under duress, unless I forget.

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

There is nothing left to do but complain.