Avant Garde Movies

A young woman works as a waitress in a diner. Her relationship with her boyfriend is unfulfilling and to further complicate things she is obsessed...

A chair, a yogurt, and a masked man are guided to find themselves by an unknown entity.

A Landscape documentary about the silent voids the living inhabit after everyone they love has gone.

An artist strives to achieve a state of pure existence. Caught between inertia and movement, her body strains, adapts, and responds to what is...

An unseen character observes the cold, harsh world around them while listening to The Beach Boys, hidden away in the safety of their bedroom.

Experimental short film of colors and lights. Silence.

A film of the avant-garde genre. It represents wanting to escape, but ultimately finding comfort in your mental illness (not in a good way).

Weston Eastward, owner of a small delivery service, hires Garrett Britches to deliver packages to unusual clients, whom lead Garret to a dark secret.

Every beginning becomes an end of yours, and mine, and us and this world. Because every ending has something to do with beginnings. Today, everyone...

Shifting market trends force the hand of a career artist into adopting a new style.

A film about creation itself, a rite of the sun and the surfaces illuminated by it. Light capturing and light summoning "in a primitive attempt to...

The film is about the deceleration of motion in linear form and speed, establishing a connection between space and love. It ends with high-contrast...

1965, black- and-white, 8 min., double-screen projection.

"The once teeming Riverview Park was shut down in 1967 (with Tom Palazzolo on hand to document the bitter end). The Tattooed Lady of Riverview is a...

"Fears and thrills... Part structure (the centerpoint): part improvisation."

(1970) color; 5 min

Images of concrete and stone. A cemetery. Light making its way through the tree leaves.

Staggeringly simple films: a man itching his back, a man thinking, a man yawning, but like the works of Samuel Beckett, these minute gestures stand...