Mike Kuchar Filmes

A "painter" casts out the demons that haunt his canvases and who creep into his bed at night.

He peels away layers of secrets to you for what you are, and he likes scars because they tell stories.

They walk through "life", sometimes with no "compass" in hand and become "lost".

He made some 'love'....where has it all gone? --Mike Kuchar

"Great woods, you frighten me like some cathedral's gloom, and awaken pastoral pipes on pagan heights."

A club for misfits who descend into a psychedelic underworld. Made at the San Francisco Art Institute.

Two city dwellers in a relationship grown "tired," are near a deep forest where one hears the lure of Pan's Pipe calling.

Amid the silence of a pastel hued room, a soul, fully-fleshed, gathers secrets whispered by the moon over his cool bedsheets.

Many a man has tried to leave the prison of his hide; it's no "paradise" living in skin!

"...will somebody lend him their sins, because his old worn out ones have become tiresome."

"...Talking to Oneself in the mirror when down in the 'mental dumps.'"

In this thespian workout, a troop of stage actors improvises within a kaleidoscopic zone of warped spaces.

"A Tub Named Desire," the first movie with Donna Kerness, does not exist anymore, except for one 8mm print that was in George Kuchar's possession....

Offer a pagan god only simple flowers of spring and the sparkling diamonds and opals of morning dew strung on the threads of the spider... and fear...

...Somewhere inside him something slumbers; the myths, the beliefs that flow, fuse and burn through him.

Once upon a time in the shelled carcass of a man, the Phoenix will rise and fall... and RISE and FALL!

An evocative 16mm short shot during a visit to Nepal.

Obsessive desire can leave an indelible stain on its victim.

A lady alone amid the flowers of a garden becomes the target of mischievous elements therein.