Eric Cloutier Movies

On the Clickity-clack Express it's clear I'm always under duress, unless I forget.

Lines align during acclimated apexes, shadowy vertices, and bright burrows.

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

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

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.

10 minute experimental film.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

There is nothing left to do but complain.

Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

5 minute experimental film.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.

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

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

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

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

3 minute experimental film.

"a feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from a lack of occupation or excitement."