These fishy-flashy flickering wonders are mostly from an era defined by STANDARD DEFINITION! So please forgive their primitive nature. (For my current video work, I'd suggest my Blog section.) Ah to be young and so full of myself back then. Brash and sometimes offensive, many of these videos were naive and reckless, but maybe in hind sight that's part of their charm... ?

Years ago my friends and I put together this skate demo to get me some local sponsors. Then years later, once I began messing with video as a creative medium, I turned back to this footage and ran it through some squiggly wiggly rotoscope processing.

Hand me ANY sort of camera as you set me loose in The Magic Kingdom, and I'll make sure to capture the happiest place on Earth in my own, spontaneous and unique way.

Of course, not everything spontaneous has to be spastic and set to a punk rock soundtrack. This sober reflection on the mundane flip side of Disneyland still looks beautiful to me, just in a different way than the park has intended.

The romantic, collaborative art school experience never panned out for me the way it was portrayed in the TV show Fame I used to watch as a kid. This video project was nothing short of tedious, with too many cooks burning the pancakes. I found myself desperately searching for the fire extinguisher.

Back when I was a subversive little shit attending The San Francisco Art Institute, I was working as a double agent. First, I worked extensively with faculty and administration to create various school recruiting materials, but buried within these projects I would embed my own form of sarcasm, disdain, and criticism of the educational establishment, and SFAI in particular. These were a big hit at the time.

I'm a big fan of the rambunctious creative spirit! I seem to do a lot of projects like this one, where I simply grab the bare essentials for capturing the moment, I find some friends, and I insist we make up something on the spot and just go for it, come what may. Then, once I get the footage home, that's when I fiddle and mess with it until something really unique emerges. I always end up being just as surprised by the outcome as everyone else, and that's what attracts me to these types of gestures.

This video mashup was the result of having several VCRs in my apartment and a Blockbuster rental store next door. I was exploring alternative ways to indulge my editing desires, so I would unapologetically "appropriate" (steal) footage from whatever source materials I fancied at the time.

Taking this "appropriation as art" technique a bit further, this Black Whole project was confusing to some audiences, but that's sometimes a GOOD thing. Many people found this project a memorable one, even if they had difficulty accessing the newly forged narrative I was crafting with my editing decisions. My point with this technique isn't to make Theft into Art. I'm more trying to turn some of my own favorite, nostalgic media back upon itself in a controlled conceptual feedback loop, and then in the end, discover if a new, unique narrative can survive this type of inbred reinterpretation.

Being the artist weirdo that I am, this video is a poetic gesture that reflects my experience trying to be a Suit. The hammer starts off beating the shirt with a rhythmic persistence, but as soon as weaknesses are revealed, the hammer grows more and more aggressive in its soul-crushing efforts.

Even earplugs can be a raw material! This was just a fun, static vignette project, shot impulsively on Halloween night, as I was WAY too high on mushrooms to be answering the door for any trick or treaters begging for heaping handouts of candy.

I befriended this squirrel in Golden Gate Park, and I often went back to share my nuts with this little critter. I named him/her Squirl.

I felt bad interfering in their delicate courtship, but Have Camera Must Capture...

This was a project intended to teach kids something about science for when they would visit the San Francisco Exploratorium. The Doppler Effect always made me giggle as a kid, so why not start there?

Anything we can do to imbue a routine college report with a little more LIFE, let's try it! Here I'm trying to expose my peers to the genius of video installation artist Nam Jun Paik.

Intentionally boring as hell, this minimal Flash project makes the case that simple memory recall is just about the most boring thing. Ever. It was pretty much a middle finger to one of my instructors who gave out the most arbitrary class assignments and tests. (It didn't go well, so mission accomplished!)

Before art school ruined me with knowledge about the world, I did important things, like making this amazingly dada art video with my friends. Nothing but smoke and mirrors, that's all art is. Or is it? Is there something more, emerging from the shadows of juvenile, narcissistic behavior? No.

Pot brownies. There's nothing else I can say, other than to offer my apologies to anyone who wasted their time watching my living room trip. Love that song though! (Airstream Driver from Red Red Meat.)

When you're randomly filming your sister's car maintenance while on a road trip, and you feel the need to film other driver's rear tires, then your own car's rear tire blows out while shooting, it makes you want to explore that footage. Just contemplating the universe through these metal pollutant-gushing machines of wonder.

Party spelled backwards is YTRAP in case you were wondering about this video's title. Or why the footage is all running backwards This was Austin Lynch's birthday party, but I didn't know that until years later. Other than that bit of trivia, this video isn't much more than one art student's average night out, caught on camera. Then reversed, because ooh look at me aren't I a subversive art rebel.

Okay, I'm proud of this one AND embarrassed by it at the same time. I was young, and had been challenged by one of my favorite SFAI instructors Richard Berger. He tasked me with researching past artist's manifestos and then coming up with one of my own. Turns out, it's a VERY self-indulgent process, where I learned a lot, but I also became extremely tired of my own thoughts, my own "Self." This was an important project for me at the time, necessary to my development as an artist, but watching it now I just want to feed that skinny kid a sandwich and tell him to get off the stage already.