Eric Cloutier Movies

Wax and wane until there is naught but boring pain.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

5 minute experimental film.

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

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

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

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

5 minute experimental film.

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

Running up that [mountainous-outcropping] because there is none of this that's stopping.

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

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

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

1 minute experimental film.

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.

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

It's time the times met each other over & over.

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