Kevin Casciani Nolan

Short Visual Experiment Repurposing Footage From "The Snake Pit" 1948 Directed By Anatole Litvak. Pronouncing The Nightmare To Further The Nightmare, Drowning It In Distortion.

Assembled Footage From Saturday 29th March 2025. Shot Towards The End Of A Two Week Long Psychotic Episode. Deep Within A Seemingly Neverending State Of Psychosis. An Attempt To Capture Surrounding Hallucinations And Visions Of Death. Images Which Can Not Be Seen On Camera But Were More Than Real In The Mind. Instead What Was Captured Is An Enactment Of A Fractured Reality. Surroundings, Images And Moments Seem As They Are On Screen As They Were When Filmed. The Reality Of What Was Seen In Those Images While In Psychosis (Through My Eyes) Will Be Known Only To Me.

It Seemed In A Dream Like A Half Deceased Memory Failing In Its Own Relationship With The Truth. Buried Under Consciousness, Suffered Externally, Scarred Internally. A Great Silence Prevailed And Threatened With The Sanctity Of The Fulfilment Once Sought. Breathing Through The Walls Of The Attraction, Below The Waste Of Time Lost Under Confusion Found.

Fighting For A Lost Dream, Damning Realities Rise Up And Wither In The Sky, Hours Choking On Seconds As Breath Becomes Thicker Than The Encore Of Misery. Solitude Painted With Trauma, Roaming The Noiseless Day, Taking Pieces Of My Numbness And Burning In The Embers Of Your Hollowed Corpse. Every Scarred Inch Of My Softened Soul Confined Within The Heavy Burden Of Remembrance.

I've Grown Tired Of Waiting, Of Suffering. I'm Fading, Starving, Bleeding. I Can't Close My Eyes Anymore, When I Do All I See Is The Prison I've Created For Myself Through Circumstances Out Of My Control. My Future Has Been Decided, All I Can Do Is Wait.

Innocence Echoing Its Defeat In Memories Damaged Retina Skin Contact Body Torn Twisted Twice Blessed In Blissful Anemia Condemned Unholy By The Formless Controller Of Traumas Burning Kingdom Punctured Cut Drained Of Love Drained Beaten Revoked Of Hope Revoked Renounced Reborn Deathly And Afraid Breath Seared And Agonized Walking Alongside Its Own Mirrored Safety Unreachable Behind The Glass Veil Of Deliverance Falsely Martyred Screaming Yesterdays Promises Into The Supreme Mouths Of Contempt Returned And Realized Pain Constant And Relieved Teeth Torn From Youths Hunger Left Starved And Ruptured Dreams Drowned Down In Blood Blessed Blindly But Unforgiven.

Remnants Of Memories Of The Past. Carried Upon The Skin. The Result Of Years Of Pain Caused Through Dissociation, Psychosis And Mismanagement Of Related Symptoms. The Scars Of Time Deepened And Retained. Through This Project, Embraced And Unravelled. Visually Capturing A Secret Impossible To Hide. Peace And Sentence Divide, It All Must Be Accepted.

The Increasing Melodic Hiss Of Inner Mechanic Malfunction Signifies The Monstrous Destruction Of What Was Presented As “Reality.” Upon Collapse And In Lieu Of Charred Flesh, The Result Of A Methodical Withdrawal Of The Hearts Bloody Essence.

Angel Of Virtue, Thou Art Blessed With Two Fretful Eyes Like Scattered Stars Melting Against A Slaughtered Sky. I Have Lost Count Of How Many Moons Have Shined Divine In Your Absence. A Thousand Crying Voices Drop Their Long Sleep Upon Me. I Wake To A Dream Of Universal Melancholy And Grotesque Enigmas, Hallowed And Shameful. My Blasphemous Birth Temporary Upon Withered Lips. Your Delicate Silvery Hands And Glassy Fingers Like Trembling Leaves Numb My Slumber.

Repurposing A 9 Minute Segment From 'The Antichrist' (1974) With Detailed Focus On The Slowing Down Of Movement And Repetitious Pronouncement Of Actions. Switched To Black & White, Layered, Mirrored, Increasingly Frantic In Motion And Relation. The Terror Of The Original Images Altered In Distinct And Connecting Segments.

Frames Of Night Lost To The Heart Closer To The Bounds Of Rhythm Wholly Translated Enclosing Holding Gaze A Hungering Search For Moments Transcended Meshes Of Refinement Unmade Together And Sealed In The Sight Of Darkness The Last Light And Trace And Ties Of The End Sound Still And Projected Upon Familiar Shadows Born Believing But Beaten Unraveled Despair Will Not Distract Sacrifice Growing Weightless Faltering Heaving Swaying Blinded But Beautiful The Old Draw Of The Fall Less Prepared But Bending Around The Corners Of Days Lived Unmade Somewhere Home Again My Light Is Failing.

A Series Of Interlocking Segments Utilizing & Distorting The Physical Form To Express Trauma, Pain & The Lasting Effects Of The Past On The Present. Taking A Directly Physical Approach In Expressing These Struggles. Freeing The Images From Their Ghosts In The Process.

The Statues Upon Their Stage Forging Armageddon's And Bullying The Sole Sold Soul Encircled By Demons Of Demonstration, Hatcheting Limbs And Roping Necks. The Endlessness Of Echo's And The Depths Of Their Structure, Wonder And Wander, Arrive At Deaths Door Just To Be Turned And Thrown Towards The Starting Line, The Path Now Set Aflame. There Are Daggers Rising From Their Graves And Icicles Falling From The Heavens, I Can't Safely Say I've Seen A Future Outside Of Creation, I'll Keep Searching.

“The Way We Dream” is the third Anthology Film of the “Letterboxd Independent Filmmakers” Discord Server, for which eleven cinematic artists from around the globe came together to create Short Film Works centered upon the primary notion of “Dreams”.

ReluctanceGoneBlurredProblemsThroatSlitSalvationWornSkinPeeledWarmBladeSinksThoughtMurderDecayAndBirthCountlessEyeSecondsDieDeadRebornTearsOfBloodBounceOffEternityStrandedInStarGazesOverAndBornSilenceUntoSolitudeShieldThyVeinsSandedAndBluedSwallowedMinedMindAboveTrueAndUntruthDevouredRelatedToMessageDeadWithinCorpseCropsTravelAheadHeadedEndHarvestCalledUncodedFlyingSinkContactThroughInsomniaReportShrivelingRosesReplacedSocketEyesWithRunningFleshBurnsDreamtOnceOfCopperRustedAngelWingsSpreadAndCuredWithMoondustMayGodAndSleepBindMineDevotion. {Don’t Lose Faith In Me}

Trauma-Weighted Memories Overburden A Grief-Stricken Physique. Depleted And Agonized. Shivering Inwards In Sufferance Of Lost Innocence. Pillaged, Tarnished. Those Few Scattered Sweet And Cherished Memories Smothered And Beaten Against The Granite Edifices Of Absolute Absence. Every Retained Image Of Love Once Shared And Safety Once Obtained Violently Becomes Spectral Before The Utter Certainty Of Solitary Damnation. Mocking, Relentless, Hideous, Motionless.

Heavily Distorting And Altering Footage From Frederick Wiseman's Documentary "Titicut Follies" To Further The Nightmare And Relation Of The Original Images. A Quickened Retake Of Sight, Sound And Horror, Authoring An Inflamed Vision Of Existing Terror, Digging Up The Dead And Examining The Scars. (Part Of The 'Alter Images' Series)

Repurposing Footage From 'Christmas Evil' (1980) To Amplify And Alter Its Expressions And Intentions. Forming An Alternate Viewed Relation Of Personal Visions. Destroying, Recoloring And Distorting The Original Images To Transport Them Further Into Their Own Spiritual Horror. Deepened And Retained.

Brief And Buried Glimpses Of Abandoned Creation. Flashing And Fainting Towards A Distant Sorrow. Layers Of A Reality Rippling Wild Through The Solemn Slits Of Eternity. Returned And Exactly Violent As The Bodies Worth, Soundless As The Sighs Of A Gentle Heaven, Mirrored And Upheld. Transformed Through The Irreparable And Absurd Assurance Of Indefinable Loss.

Mirroring The Distance Between Natural Surroundings And Internal Separation. Duel Vision Within A Deepened State Of Dissociation. Nature And Psychosis Side By Side, Thinly Divided And Relentlessly Oppressive. Moments Which Could Not Last, Captured Briefly Alongside Their Reckoning.