Fine Art Video
Cinema is the spectacle of film and video, the marriage of sound and vision. It's ability to draw an audience into a new world and transform the space around them has spoken to me since I was very young. I am constantly working on crafting compelling atmospheres in my video art in order that an audience might escape from their reality while they watch, that they might be overcome by the space created for them.
Created by: Timothy R. Butcher
The Time Moves And
The Time Moves And is a video/digital language art multimedia installation about the frustration of failure, and the explosion of process. As a maker of motion pictures, there are many details, creations and actions taken that will never be seen or recognized by an audience. This installation tackles the feeling of not being seen, of giving time and losing it.
A Monster in My Home
The project entitled A Monster in My Home includes three video/digital language art videos. These videos and accompanying poems tell the story of Timothy's experience moving into his first apartment, and the agoraphobia is began to instill in him before he left. The place becomes the monster. It is a story bookended by his time before and after living there.
White Flag
HAVE ONE LOOK //
SINK THE WET HAND DOWN //
HOLD YOUR HEAD //
AND THE OLD MEN FROWN //
TWO OF THEM DANCING //
SIX OF THEM DROWN //
A WHITE FLAG IN YOUR MIND //
AND FELL THE KING'S CROWN.
A Monster in My Home
An empty house around me,
I swim through its halls like veins
swam with blood,
but it's cold
and only I keep it's heart beating.
The power is out.
The clocks have stopped.
There isn't a peep.
Not a sound.
No air through the vents--
only the lazy, mild scratch of my pen.
It echoes long,
as if into some deep, awful black,
so I sit on the ground,
the safety of the wall at my back.
Footsteps above,
a monster in my home.
I open my eyes to find walls made of bone.
It's coming closer.
I think it's quite near.
I have no god to thank
and no devils to fear.
It's coming closer.
I think it's quite near.
Never mind that.
It's already here.
Waking Night Trilogy
The Waking Night trilogy of videos is a detailed recount of my experience with insomnia at its very worst. Images move between the bright light of dreaming and the darkness of sleepless night. Videos accompanied by poem "Eleven Mirrors."
Eleven Mirrors
Eleven mirrors
hang from the ceiling:
ten to remind you
of how you’re feeling,
one to paint upon
a darkened mask
that steals away
your secret past.
Truth from dust,
upwise slips
the earthy bed
that the mastiff kicks.
Five more seconds,
ten more hours
‘til bed-ward send
the sleeping coward.
Tomorrow’s wet
and the following heat
are bent to score
and burn the feet
that walk upon
its martyred heart,
the steps you’ve made
at home-ward's start.
Heaven’s march,
ill smile fit
two matching scars
of tired wit.
Five more seconds,
ten more hours
‘til crumbles mine
the stony tower.