Thad Povey

A woman tries to get her novel published without selling out to the man!

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.

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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.

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

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.

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

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

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