A descent into the blackness of the projected image and the curators who flick the switches and grease up all moveable parts for hot action when the lights go out.

The place where my students and I confront each other and glimpse into a world infiltrated by beloved infidels.

An ex-model struts her stuff amid the dolls of desire that drive the demented to deeds of depravity and decapitation.

This is a journey to El Paso, Texas, where the Super-8 filmmaker Willie Varella and I have a dialogue amid domestic routines, motel accommodations, and emotional baggage, indicative of life on the road. 

A voyage through a California Christmas that begins in the turd-smeared streets of San Francisco and ends in a botanical wonder of ethnic endurance and faith. A journey that incorporates pelicans, palaces, and platters of plenty.

A military installation is beset by unidentified flying objects while the personnel try to come to grips with their own mysterious yearnings and the cumbersome protuberances that protrude from their own species.

Storms threaten to tarnish the Golden State as I wander through the rooms of my apartment, seeking a high in the lowering barometric pressure.

The Jersey Devil lives again in this work the students and I mounted (or disrobed) for skeptical scrutiny.

This video focuses on the troubles at a large hospital beset with calamity and vice. We meet the doctors and nurses and get a glimpse of their personal traumas.

A pileup of human refuse and super-human powers permeates this hour-long canvas of bits and pieces documenting the smash-up of a house of healing, as the physicians in charge short circuit amid the electronic wizardry beyond the Panasonic barrier…

Amid the greenery of what should be a White Christmas, there sits the blackness close to my heart; and beyond that there bellows a legion of behemoths who know not shame nor guilt.

A behind-the-scenes look at the man behind the trophy and the poisons that taint an otherwise jubilant jamboree.