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M. Woods

Director
Michael Woods (born 1988, NYC) is a Latino media terrorist working in avant-garde film, video art, photography, collage, sound design, performance, curation, installation, music composition, and immersive media. Woods' work chronicles the spread of the Numb Spiral, the results of a digital sickness that manifests itself in the codification and symbolic negation of being.

24-08-1988

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Virgo

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Total Films

The Digital Sickness, The Prom Date Fuck, The Numb Spiral, Disassociative Productions

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New York City

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Tambellini: Communications from Other Space

Tambellini: Communications from Other Space

M. Woods, a mentee of Aldo Tambellini, conducted the only interview with him in virtual reality. This interview has been expanded to include an immersive view of some of Tambellini’s work as well as a VR experience influenced by Tambellini. Included in this installation is a stand-alone VR headset where the participant can witness one of the final interviews with Tambellini as conducted and filmed by M. Woods.
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2024

Commodity Trading: Dies Irae

Commodity Trading: Dies Irae

A void in time-space is opens as bitter spirits circle one another searching for the Numb Spiral. The double of reality knocks the USA off the map.
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2023

Melencolia 1: The End of the Alphabet

Melencolia 1: The End of the Alphabet

A sadness rolls over me as I gaze into the entrails of this pandora's box and my shadow cranks a lost appendage for the sake of ontological tangents and bewitched spaces. I want you to witness The Hallucinatory Zone of Neo-Liberal death hounds and lost gazes that expand and contract time.
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2023

Commodity Trading (Part 2 of 3 ?): December 19th

Commodity Trading (Part 2 of 3 ?): December 19th

A void in time-space is opened as bitter spirits circle one another searching for the Numb Spiral. The double of reality knocks the USA off the map.
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2021

Mockingbird

Mockingbird

Music video for Chestnut
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2021

Body Prop - Movement 1 [destroyed be forever all the bonds of nature]

Body Prop - Movement 1 [destroyed be forever all the bonds of nature]

The vengeance of Hell boils in my heart / In your cold room / The silence that makes you mine / Fall, stars / She sat around and counted them all a million times / My name no one will know / And if my love were in vain / Oh God, I would want to die! / She was the roughest, toughest frail / In your cold room look at the trembling stars / I am pining, I am tormented! / but my mystery is closed in me / Have pity / I’ll win at dawn and we must alas die / Have pity / Death and despair flame about me
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2020

Body Prop

Body Prop

From escalating chaos to meditative nirvana: an unleashed, audiovisual film poem made from distorted, superimposed 8mm & 16mm images.
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2020

Fractal Death 4: Talk about Destruction You Can Count Me In

Fractal Death 4: Talk about Destruction You Can Count Me In

Nothingness is a concept of absolute absence, or absolute nullity. It is directly and inextricably linked to the notion of being.
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2019

Dailies from Dumpland

Dailies from Dumpland

Welcome to Dumpland, the junkyard land, unbelievable mess, where dreams and nightmares are right next to each other, just like wealth and poverty. Here, superficiality overcomes necessities, and life-inspirations only exist on screen or glossy paper. The souls are essentially turned towards the Dollar God, provoking envious vertigo, jealousy and frustrations. In a stream of images accumulated on a daily basis, M. Woods transcribes the symptoms of a frail society. If the “numb spiral” is a disease, “Dailies from Dumpland” and its endless visual flow might just be the remedy.
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2018

Window Shoppin (in the fall of Babylon)

Window Shoppin (in the fall of Babylon)

Nothing is not; on behalf of human rot, this not’s a mental map. You can stroll through with eyes ablaze by scorching sun that spreads the waves of city smog, LED light fog, and Christmas luminescence on dead presidents with no essence. Just fluorescence, as the gas builds up, and the homeless walk through a fascist dump.
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2018

Closing Bell

Closing Bell

As I fever dream, the closing bell clangs, and its tendrils burrow inwards to impregnate infections; to pull the ingrown digital sickness and burst the LCD cyst; a tumult of nothingness that beckons with a toxic glimmer; a toppling structure of superfluous and dying signs, littering everything, suffocating everything; even in organic tissue the digital implants, supplants, rots, and crystallizes, flickers and spins, spurts, metastasizes, vomits, ejaculates, imprinting permanently the afterimage of today where there is no trading on futures. 16mm Analog Print of made of four rolls of in-camera multiple-exposure film shot in a Bolex.
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2018

Press [FIRE] to Start!

Press [FIRE] to Start!

Uncut 16mm with in-camera quadruple exposure - a print will be made for Analog exhibition as well as digital.
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2018

Dailies From the USA

Dailies From the USA

This is a document of an afternoon recorded in Skid Row.
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2017

Dailies From Dumpland Part 3

Dailies From Dumpland Part 3

Columbus Circle spiraling down stacks of hell, a fucking urine-soaked bastard and his corporate media frenemies across the street. A deviation, following, touching "here" and craving an empty sex and catacylsmic disorder. Revolutions revolutions revolutions. Just saying, Columbus Circle ain't far from Williamsburg, hipster youth.
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2017

Dailies from Dumpland Part 5

Dailies from Dumpland Part 5

After the body politic falls to shit, might as well get all your buddies and dance dance dance. Hedonism is the only real cure for tyranny if you're white. The "counter-culture" isn't countering anything, except squares. The "counter-culture" now dresses up in ethnic stereotypes and calls itself "woke" like that Acai Bowl got me woke this morning. Hot yoga then shrooms and molly at the fest, K? The matriculating cancer loves nothingness. The matriculating cancer cannot see beyond the movie in their head. A Zac Efron romantic comedy about bourgeoisie youth finding their passion for nothing, and forming friendships that will last a lifetime and a second. But on the shit-end of the stick, I can't get this fucking Trump mask off my face. I can't get this fucking Trump mask off my face. I can't get this fucking Trump mask off my face. I can't get this fucking Trump mask off my face. I can't get this fucking Trump mask off my face. I can't get this fucking Trump mask off my face.
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2017

Commodity Trading Part 1 of 3 (Election Day)

Commodity Trading Part 1 of 3 (Election Day)

Ahem *clears throat* FUCK TRUMP AND FUCK WHITE PEOPLE
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2017

An Infinite Loop for Resistance

An Infinite Loop for Resistance

This is a media-fashioned attack aimed at the disturbing omnipotence of hyperrealism and fascist banality – best symbolised by Donald Trump’s burning latex effigy.
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2017

Dailies From Dumpland Part 1 & 2

Dailies From Dumpland Part 1 & 2

A digital sickness creeps into all organic processes and hopelessly sheds its meat. You take your marching orders from a fascist dump.
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2017

For Dies Irae

For Dies Irae

A floundering figure or form of nothing born and gasping before bludgeoned by the carpet, pulled swiftly and quickly out before the floor gets bolted down. Just torn flesh, not flesh, but fish flakes and canned meat. Mickey Mouse is eying his fortune in American hell.
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2017

Bedford Cheese

Bedford Cheese

Made from rephotographed cellphone footage, a GoPro, casette recorders, and shards of sweet tunes. In hell one fantasizes about becoming one of the matriculating cancers in the aristocracy's faux counter-culture (and the recycled variants.) He soon learns his soul is meant for disintegration, and he wasn't born with the particular nonchalant disinterest needed to survive in the wild. He decides to purchase his identity.
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2016

Stuck in the 90’s Episode -1: Zac Efron Sex Tape

Stuck in the 90’s Episode -1: Zac Efron Sex Tape

A filthy fucking video with Kittie Porn and Zac Efron/Prom Date Fuck sex.
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2016

Post-Panoptic Gazing

Post-Panoptic Gazing

There is a syrup tasting carnivorous urge to conquer sexual ineptitude in overbearing glances and center the camera in the infinite void of consensual reflections of nothingness. But you will dance unlike you have ever danced before, with threads of everything you know, repackaged in metastatic digital packets of data rapidly going nowhere, blinking quickly into things outside the periphery of consciousness and knowledge, towards digital sickness that thirsts for absolution. Not even the rabid gnashing of your teeth can escape the banal. Better to grin at the costumes floating about and accept the perpetual post-Panoptic suspension.
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2015

Diz Knee Wurld

Diz Knee Wurld

A reflection on media, the hyperreal, the human form, and hipster banality.
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2012

NARC

NARC

Video for Glass Teeth
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2011

A Day in a Place

A Day in a Place

A scene from an upcoming feature film.
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Surr-Urban-ism

Surr-Urban-ism

mechanical reproduction in the form of consciousness aimed at its own reflection in the revelation of the mechanical constructs of society - now saturated with nihil information circulating without meaning. A degenerative environment of flux and representational chaos achieving informational metastasis after being inscribed onto recording material. Now digital. Super-8. In-Camera edit. Stands alone but also repurposed in exodusMelancholia.
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2011