Eric Cloutier Movies

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

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

Steadily reading while/becomes treading into murky waters.

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

Flitter like tittertatter trying to breathe while working, like a mad hatter; the outofbreath feeling rising from recursive reforgettings (or their...

3 minute experimental film.

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

(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as children.

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

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Setting, settling; still seething as I barely breathe.

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

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

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

Shadows frighten what one oughtn't be gripping (that thing before/hind you).

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.

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

1 minute experimental film.

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

Time plods along in spattered irregularities as anger and depression coalesce in confusing amalgamations.