Discovered running loose in the streets of the city, a disheveled rogue is hunted and captured by a bounty hunter.

Gazing back at the child watching me I glimpse a sense of the nonsense that defines me currently

To paraphrase something Lao Tzu didn't say: This film's an empty cup -- You fill it up.

Less than a vision of a sugarplum, but more than the Grinch on acid, this film mixes up a toxic nog of sweet sentiment, heavenly damnation, and recycled gift wrap.

Made to accompany the band Soul Coughing on stage. Includes such techniques as architectural appliques and rub-ons, bleach-and-resist treatment of previously photographed images, scratched and cut-out black leader, and emulsion that was heated and burned with magnified sunlight some images were rephotographed onto print stock, reversing (or ‘inverting’) the polarity of the original film.

A 16mm film made in '94 on the weekend of my Grandmother's 101st July 4th birthday. All shot in Northern California over three days with Povey family members. -T.P.

Dry and crusty on the ends, full of chicken, tomatoes, honey, and corn in the middle.

A warm spring day, a subtle shift, and light and time seem to freeze during the reading of a poem by Baudelaire. A mundane moment in an ordinary day is briefly transformed, but the participants, caught up in their tasks, miss the epiphany.