Video Archive: Romance

Dug up this vintage footage circa 2003, playing the Straight Man to Brian Viglione's overwrought romantic. A belated Valentine to the world.

Dream: gunball

I dreamt I burst into a crowded bar with some sort of a machine gun in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. I yelled to announce my arrival, and when that failed to garner much attention, I shot some holes in the ceiling. I started to wave the paper around and demand to know who wrote the few partial sentences on it. It was some sort of half-baked philosophical statement on human existence. It became clear, and somewhat bewildering to my lucid self, that the primary reason for my toting a gun into a public place was to engage people in a philosophical discussion. The bar patrons were not interested. Most ignored me and my gun. A few started to leave. I shouted about how they couldn't in my best wild-west, to no avail. Not wanting to kill anyone I shot at an outward bound calf muscle. I then learned that my gun shot what appeared to be white gumballs at a very sluggish velocity. I gave up.

Sketchbook: january, february

jan17....................................................................jan19


jan28.....................................................................feb07

Monsters of Their Own Bedrooms

I don't know what to say, really. but, this seems to be what people want to see. no irony. no glossy stardom. "reality." jerry springer, reality tv, american movie, youtube clips, monsters of their own bedrooms. celebrities are too easy to knock down. eminem's winning rap in 8 mile.

or don't bother with my psuedo-anthropological meanderings and just enjoy some good flop-crotch.

Bill Watterson: interview

I used to fantasize about making a "Searching for Bill Watterson" sort of documentary, driving around ohio in a van. But, I thought about how upset he'd be if I showed up on his lawn with cameras rolling. So I didn't do it.

But he's an interview with him.

via yewknee {happy birthday!}

And Another Thing!

Yesterday's rants as evidenced by my facebook feed:

If glaxo smith kline gets to make feature-length advert... 'documentary' about how its product, (with an unbelievable, beyond-satire list of gnarly side effects), is best, and political campaigns just became an official commodity, we've got the drugs covered, the funding of glitz and sexual deviations is covered, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE ROCK + ROLL!

Oh right. That's my end of the bargain. Stock up on panties and lighters, folks. I WILL NOT FAIL YOUZ!

and then four hours and some more NPR later...

And another thing! Have y'all seen how the list of side effects for drugs takes the lion's share of the commercial length and far surpasses any attempt at satire? They are asking people to pay huge sums of cash to maybe die very unpleasantly because it COULD make you feel better. Let's suppose that art was allowed a FRACTION of that legal leeway? Artists! Let's step up to the plate. People are willing to suffer intensely to maybe feel better. We can definitely help them with that, am I right!

So a major pharmaceutical company gets featured at Sundance Film Festival. I view this as a blatant breach of medium. Maybe artists should start making up some different stuff for people to ingest that might kill them or at least make them shit their pants. So politicians get mad funding and will get as much moral backlash as Ms. Spears for transgressions. Oh wait, that already happens; men's bathrooms, hired escorts, spooj on blue dresses, etc.

So the politicians are rock stars, the athletes are rockstars and the real rockstars are giving it away for free online.
Tragedy only makes good news if there is "looting" and "unrest". (I listened to this newswoman on the BBC HARPING on this correspondent to give some evidence that people were going lord of the flies)

SMILE BITCHES! It's ALL showbiz NOW!

Welcome to the 20TWEENS!

BEIGE: the saga continues

A year and a half ago, found myself living in the oil to my water, Orlando FL, for six weeks. It drove me a bit batty. I made a video about it: Beige

Last month, I found myself in the same predicament again and decided to continue the saga.

Presenting BEIGE REDUX:

beige redux from Zea on Vimeo.

...aaaaand the director's cut

beige redux: director's cut from Zea on Vimeo.

.......aaaaannd a little bonus somethingsomething

hotel from Zea on Vimeo.

I am safely back in Chicago, now.

Sketchbook: Dec+Jan

first entry: post cirque audition..........................while in orlando


gorillas playing at the zoo.................vulture freezing his tootsies off

Made trip to the Lincoln Park Zoo. The gorillas were playing a game. The huge male silverback would take a scrap of fabric they had in with them and throw it over his head to hide himself completely from the little baby gorilla. The baby would pause, looking, then attack the big male and take the fabric off him. They do a couple laps around the pen and do it again. Unbelievable to see a huge mountain of male wild-beast hiding himself under a shiny piece of fabric. Pure awesome.

Quest for the Church of Peanut Butter and Jelly

Synchronicities. Happenstances. Alignments.

It has become clear to me (at 4:33am) that the next step of my life's journey must feature peanut butter and jelly prominently. One can question the logic 'til the cows come home but one must not ignore a sign. an omen. certainly not three of them.

The First Occurrence:
This afternoon, while browsing through the photos celebrating the charades theme-day on Whiskerino (a fantastic site of beard growing camaraderie) I came across a photo that caused me to laugh aloud. It was this one from sir jellobeard:














fine.
then.

The Second Occurrence:
I was watching the frickin Jimmy Fallon Show (ugh) which i have secretly started to tolerate purely for watching people play games like charades. Today was Taboo. and Jimmy was trying to guess a word (comma) that was described by his teammate as something that goes between two words. Jimmy guessed "peanut butter and jelly". I laughed aloud for the first time ever while inflicting that show on myself.

ok.
hm.
THEN.

The Third Time's a Charm:
I was going back to check out some more episodes of Black Books which i cannot get enough of and Manny is eating toast in the bathtub, squirting jelly on't from a pump liquid soap bottle and then Dylan Moran gets all frazzled and starts threatening people bodily with jellied toast. hilarious.


SO.
clearly.

I am meant to find some way to include peanut butter and jelly more prominently in my life. Open myself to what peanut butter and jelly has to offer.

finally. something to do on my day off.

Happy New Year

hotel from Zea on Vimeo.

Clown Piece in Orlando

The_JANUARY_Project
A night of eccentricities

Three pieces by Casey Sweeney, Zea Barker and Summer Shapiro + Peter Musante

Plus Live Music, Visual Art, Hair Art, Hand-to-hand acrobatics and finishing with an Open Forum to share your work

Doors at 9pm
The Master Class Academy
711 North Orange Ave
Winter Park FL

tickets

New Music Video

Presenting the second music video i have shot, cut and directed for the incomparable band, Neptune.

The concept was created by Daniel Paul Boucher of the band. Hear more of their music on myspace and watch the first music video. Please spread the word. Thanks for looking.



also available on youtube.

Sketchbook: November. The End.

After having this sketchbook for just over a year, all the pages are filled and it's time to start a new one. The time spans from a month before my big move to Chicago through the first year. Interesting times. More examples from this sketchbook can be found on this blog (chronologically- past to present): here here here here here here here here here here here here here here here and here.
Thanks for looking.





...................and the last entry......................

srsly

yow. best.

NEW WEBSITE

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at long last, and under the threat of website disappearing and after cramming all sorts of new info about html and css into my noggin, my new site is finished!
visit! poke around. tell me if anything is amiss.



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THANKS!!

Sketchbook: october 12th

With Dr. Killbot

Doing a clown bit with Dr.Killbot at the Beat Kitchen tomorrow night.

Sketchbook: September

Cirque!

{this is a post for cirque du soleil's consideration}

click images to view large

Framed Art for Sale

Drawings for Sale. As seen in Manhattan gallery show.

Pen and Ink drawings on paper. Both sides of a sheet of paper for the subtle effect of the figures being submerged in the paper. Most framed in 9"x 14" frames, between 2 sheets of glass so light can pass through from the back to highlight more of the hidden drawing. $150 each. Horizontal piece, "bunny", is framed 14"x 17".

Open to haggling.

Will definitely exchange piece for new Guess starlet style jeans in dark blue size 28.

Sketchbook: Late August

Chronicles of Inspiration

When I was about 6 or 7, maybe 8, I would spend the the beginnings and ends of weekends on the Vermont Transit bus betwixt my parents. I had a walkman with some tapes of my mother's and my own to bide the time: Paul Winter's album of whale + soprano sax duets, The Talking Heads, Tiffany, and Kate Bush. One Christmas, when i was maybe 8, i think it was my father, got me a new 110 camera. You know, the flat rectangular kind. On one of those trips, I had one Kate Bush album or other cranked on my walkman and was overcome by the late afternoon sky outside the bus windows. Especially the sky and clouds outside the opposite windows. I grabbed my camera, swimming in Kate Bush singing about wolves and clouds and Heathcliff and I tried my best to capture the euphoria i was feeling. I only had the dimmest of realizations that the folks on the other side of the aisle might be a bit confused as to what i was up to and why i was taking pictures of them. But I felt no shame, i kept snapping until the light had changed or until the album ended, with that succession of octave tones, and i had to flip the tape.


I looked about like this at the time:

Sketchbook: August 4+5

A proclivity for foppish bad boys