Mike Kuchar Movies

In this dream-portrait, Mike Kuchar floats through his memories as the sea, space and sky drift past. Wrapped in odd costumes, he frolics with the...

Blue skies, babbling brooks, and a big book in a field full of flowers is the departure point for this video.

...It was time to chase One's shadow back into sunlight. -Mike Kuchar

His written letters will fade at the first light; if indeed he is dreaming the world!

A sensitive soul with skin receptive to the World's natural elements and who has a mind open for expansive contemplation, embarks on an "inner...

It is believed that Life originated in the Sea, and like the Ocean itself, human existance is thus subject to tides and surging currents of emotions...

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

Relationships don't end... they linger like ghosts.

Part three of Mike Kuchar's Heat Rash: This audio, visual laxative empties the mind of inhibitions to allow the spectator entrance into the whirlpool...

A broken god on the stone slab in a desert, waiting for "he" that will dig for him; wipe the sand from his handsome face.

Something lies yet unwritten within a poet who lost that 'spark' of having been born brand new onto a sacred stage.

Masked men prowling in the bushes and not touching anything but satin, dandelions and flesh.

When the body's "primal" urges feel deprived in a "modern" age, a debate about "sex" and "love" ensues to resolve the question — perhaps even...

Seadrift is based on a story The Shadow Over Innsmouth by H.P. Lovecraft, and was shot partially in Marblehead Mass. Each section represents a...

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

A hell of a lot more of you through a keyhole!!

In the serene zone between twilight and dawn, a lullaby of thoughts floats beneath a blanket of stars.

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

This breezy and flamboyant essay about an afternoon rendezvous is pure candy for the eyes.

One's "softest parts" are "scooped out and eaten alive".