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The fascinating cases of every day, seemingly average moms, wives and girlfriends accused of murder. Did they really do it? And if so, why?
A burnt-out sound mixer has spent his entire life listening to others. But after discovering an old recording from his childhood, he questions his old life and aspires to become the person he’s always dreamed of.
If You Hear It... It's Too Late.
Objects and sounds collected on an early morning walk through Brooklyn, New York billow against a sun-struck floor.
From early morning until night, NYC bustles and creaks, as life inside and outside of buildings is observed, heightened by the juxtaposition of labor versus leisure.
On my daily commute, I find myself drawn to this underutilized space, tacked-on to a newly constructed condominium. Filmed on the first day of Spring. 210 North 12th Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn.
When a lawbreaking teenager is forced to work at a wig shop for cancer patients, he meets a guarded woman who irreversibly alters the course of his life.
This collaborative video project is based on a short story by H.G. Wells called "The Country of the Blind"—about a man who travels to a country of blind people and attempts to dominate their sensual, feminine culture with his male, sight-derived power. Following this theme, "Blind Country" begins with animated fruit dancing over Mike Kelley's body and the admonition of "Northerners" to "refill the quickly emptying sack." In the male-dominated land of the North, candy-spurting pinatas stand as phallic symbols. Presumably castrated, and stripped of his authority, Kelley acts the buffoon as he is led through the murky land of the South, a "female," earthy, "realm of the senses" opposing the phallocentric world of the North.
