10c/65: Brus Wishes You a Merry Christmas

A brief, dreamlike experimental piece that drifts by like a strange thought, asking you to sit with its oddness rather than follow a story.

A rapid, disorienting collage of fragments that feels like piecing together a stranger's thoughts from scraps.}{.

A short, hypnotic study of surfaces and motion that rewards patient looking more than following a story.}{.

A quiet, unsettling study of everyday objects and gestures that makes the ordinary feel strange and slightly off.

A restless, scratchy collage of erased and drawn-on film that feels like watching decay and improvisation flicker past.

A rare, unfinished-feeling avant-garde curiosity that drifts rather than narrates, rewarding patient viewers with atmosphere over story.

A brief, playful collage of old film and painted animation that drifts by like a curious, half-remembered dream.

A slow, dreamlike art piece that drifts between striking images, asking patience and offering mood over story.

A brief, playful collage of letters and sounds that feels like a puzzle for the eyes and ears, rewarding close attention.

An abstract, meditative five minutes where spoken words drift like music, asking you to listen rather than follow any story.

A hushed, patient gaze at stillness that rewards slow attention with a quiet, meditative unease.

A brief, unsettling provocation that shifts from deadpan street-theatre absurdity to raw, corpselike self-violence, leaving a queasy, confrontational aftertaste.