Streaming Walkin

How women's bodies are perceived and represented

In THE COLOR OF FEAR, eight American men participated in emotionally charged discussions of racism. In this sequel, we hear and see more from those discussions, in which the men talk about about how racism has affected their lives in the United States. We also learn more about the relationships between them, and about their reactions during some of the most intense moments of that discussion.

A strong-willed young woman hires a student to impersonate a boorish French count and brings him home to meet her parents.

In Walking Forward-Running Past, Baldessari ingeniously employs photography and video to examine and ultimately deconstruct film. In this conceptual exercise, he tapes up photographic film stills of himself walking toward the camera—coming closer with each successive image—and then photos of himself running past it. The sequentiality of this action results in a crude montage, an ultimately futile attempt to recreate the phenomenological experience of cinematic movement. Gasping with exertion, Baldessari quickly and repeatedly replaces photo after photo. In his efforts to evoke the cinematic experience, a layered metonymic relationship develops between the static, photographic image of Baldessari running and his "real" movements on video.

This documentary examines the reality of PTSD, following real American heroes as they delve into their real life stories and the struggles they’ve faced since reintegration into civilian life.

Shot on super eight film in the early 90s and re-filmed to video in 2014. When I released my c.d. Globe Notes a musician friend said it reminded him of a trip to Bali as a child being transported, half asleep, half dreaming, part awake, through the Balinese countryside at night by bicycle rickshaw. The audio is from a recording of my live soundtrack performance for the silent film 'Legong' that I performed for Across Asia Film Festiva at the MAXXI in Rome June 2014.

In 2000 I went to East Timor as a volunteer aid worker with the Australian NGO Timor Aid, after the Indonesian government had torched the capitol Dili, and other parts of the island, and after murdering many of them, left the East Timorese to their own devices with no food, medicine or infrastructure but a lot of optimism, good will and plans despite their years of suffering. After some weeks I caught dengue fever and was flown out to Darwin. This is my fractured fever memory of Timor and its people in ruins shot on super eight film, a lot of it while riding a bicycle.

Part of my 'Island Gardens' audio visual installation on-going project concerning islands.

I first visited Lamma island in 2009 and gave a concert on the beach, seen in the Eco(u)stic video, where I told the story of the mutineers from The Bounty and how they had built a schooner, named the Resolution, and how it was captured when they were re-captured in Tahiti and how it escaped later with five men aboard and made it all the way across the pacific from Tofua, near Tonga to Timor where it was given as a gift to the Dutch Governor. Late in its life, much like Stevenson's ship, it turned up on the North American coast hunting sea otter. It made a voyage from China to Hawaii in record time and was, later on,wrecked 'somewhere in the South China Sea, maybe near Hong Kong near Lamma Island? The soundtrack is edited from field recordings made on Lamma.

Pulau Ubin near Singapore. The soundtrack is made from a live recording of a concert I gave at the Esplanade Library in Singapore using field recordings made during my artist residency on Pulau Ubin for The Artists Village group.

The soundtrack is a collage of Viv Corringham's voice singing a Greek rembetika song across the top of myself and pianist Chris Abrahams improvising. The video was shot from up in Ano Syros village on the island of Syros and in the port below.

Two strangers walking in a circular road find themselves in another place where they have to drift in the middle of who they are and who they want to be.

O'Brien tells this story to his friend, "Dave", who visits to catch up and reminisce. During his visit, Dave learns of the illusionist's "David vs. Goliath" story where the line between what is real and what is an illusion is unclear.

A short which uses the letters of the alphabet to teach young children how to walk across the street.

A short film to accompany my Bangkok Chao Phraya River Soundscape project. Quotations taken from Leonardo Da Vinci and Herman Hesse. The sound is one of several recordings I made of the floating river ferry 'island' stations on the Chao Phraya river running through Bangkok. There is a double c.d. of the project available on Hipshot records. One c.d. is the platforms the other is a soundscape of Bangkok itself that I recorded as I walked to and from the different station platforms.

PROMO FOR MY ARTISTS RESIDENCY IN CAGLIARI - 2015 - MORE TO COME.

Video 17 in my ongoing audio / visual video installation series 'ISLAND' - filmed in a Hindu Temple in Jaffna on the island of Sri Lanka. shot from a moving bus in Sri Lanka in January 2014...ambient camera sound.

マンホールのふたをはがしながら歩く / Open a manhole cover while walking Video and Audio by Ryoya Usuha Flipping through nostalgic photos of childhood homes, parks and abandoned playgrounds; the careful reproductions of our memory's landscapes through 3d object data. In this seamless blend between what is real and what is converted, Ryoya Usuha plays with how the technicalities of sound, graphics and other acquired datas can all stumble at enhancing the sensory overload of our pasts.

Two detectives team up to investigate several murders that they think are linked together. When the latest murder and a mission person report happen on the same day they question if they have a copy cat on their hands.

Walking from Sals to Tims is such a sizeable challenge that anyone who undertakes it must have a very good reason. I was motivated mostly by a longing for decent coffee. I wanted to become healthy after eating an unhealthy but fabulous tasting meal. I succeeded in walking over 100 blocks to Tims, taking the back roads, all on foot, with no Segways or bicycles used. Hourly, I put stretches of pot-holes behind me. I saw many beautiful landscapes, met friendly people, socialist workers, and here and there the occasional milksop whiner. I got along well with all of them, and had good conversations. I must say that people in this city are generally pretty strange.