...As the Moth is lured to the candle's flame, so it is that a group of misfits enter a dark house to converse with shadows amid the dust of Time.

—Mike Kuchar

At the San Francisco Art Institute, a studio awaits the onslaught of creative concoctions perpetrated by a bearded atrocity who now hovers over past malpractices that cast a Technicolor pall over the whitewashed walls.

I’m not the only one eating my way through this sunny travelette as several other species dig into the goodies too.

A look at various homes and the people who sit on the furniture that decorates this assortment of abodes.

This video diary/travelogue centers on a tropical trip to Acapulco where yours truly hits both sand and surf with maximum impact.

George Kuchar experimented with in-camera editing effects more and more in his later career, and Snapshots is no exception.

The New York City summer is fueled by the sultry emanations of hot air that tumble off the tongues of potential thespians as they attempt to decipher the gastric guesswork embedded in the prose of the pre-production process.

A series of abrupt vignettes and transitional montages paint a torrid portrait of a tropical isle in the grip of terror.

A brief glimpse into a "day at the office" in an edifice dedicated to personal expressions of the inner eye. I subjective view of twisted perspectives reflecting the morbid dreads of he who walks among the talented throng.

One of my weather diary series out in Oklahoma. The tone is wistful, the surroundings wispy (with some puffs of pungency). The TV is on and the porcelain is smeared with some residue atrocity from a previous passion.

In Xmas 1986, George Kuchar’s mother Stella has come to stay with him for the holidays.

Three ladies of the shadows come forth to illuminate themselves in the glare of a spotlight that is usually aimed at figures groomed for cinematic celebrity.