Nathaniel Dorsky Movies

A dedication to Jane Wodening and an ode to the winter sun.

Autumn, photographed during the last months of the drought year, 2015, is a stately, but intimate, seasonal tome, a celebration of the poignancy and...

Ossuary was made up of the Kodachrome outs and trims from more than a decade of shooting and making films in Kodachrome. This new film, Dreams Reveal...

“This modest little film completely turned me around. Up until that point I had been using the world to make a film, and what Jerome showed me...

A document from the weeks that Stan Brakhage was dying of bladder cancer. Dominic Angerame, then head of Canyon Cinema, and I went up to Victoria,...

“A brief lost moment lies between.” — Nathaniel Dorsky

“For most of my life, my films have been the marriage of external circumstances as seen through the needs of my own psyche. There is no other...

The first of two devotional songs. Part One of a set of Two Devotional Songs. “The Visitation” is a gradual unfolding, an arrival so to...

The fourth of the “cinematic songs,” followed by two new works “made by someone closer to passing on, by someone whose sense of...

Dorsky’s three earliest works (made when he “entered the realm of poetic filmmaking as an active maker”), all sound films, with...

"February was photographed during the first weeks of early spring in San Francisco. For me there is a haunted sense of restlessness in its form, some...

"I have been wanting to make a shorter film in and about a briefer period of time. December was photographed during this often turbulent month and...

In the last few years I have been making a series of cinematic portraits of young filmmaking friends acting as collaborators in portraiture.There is...

The ever-presence of death.

Often I go out shooting with my Bolex in the park’s Arboretum. During the autumn and winter of 2003/2004 I would more than likely run into...

A strange autumnal in an empty world, a film of late autumn and ghostly presences.

A monody is an ode sung by a single actor in a Greek tragedy, a poem lamenting a person’s death. In this case, the sixth section of the...

September’s ripeness, a blessing on earth, our Indian summer.

Abaton, a sacred place, a sanctuary for dreaming and healing.

This year our mid-summer’s night was adorned with a glorious full moon. The weeks and days preceding the solstice were magically alive with...