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The best way to describe my company is a Casey cult that sells useful products.
Omaha Street School
I’ve been teaching video art at the Christian-based Omaha Street School and was hired to live paint at their fundraising gala on April 15th. My painting sold for $1000, with proceeds going to the school. The theme was Creating a Masterpiece. When I was interviewed on stage they asked me why I do what I do. I said, “I grew up in a lot of pain like these kids and some things just shine a little brighter. I make art because I hope it can inspire other people to survive the way it helped me.” It felt good to have my name up on the video screens and to have an opportunity to help the kids find love for themselves.
Casey Hallas Live Painting
Event Flyers
I’ve done my best to compile flyers for the events I’ve participated in or produced. There are things that have been lost to history but I hope to demonstrate my commitment to producing and staying involved in the art and music community.
Song Tree presents the idea that a song is alive. An artist should release multiple versions of their compositions. Songs change as they are performed and are never really finished. By creating this archive I’m using Song Tree to show the larger effort that goes into creating recorded music.
Terminal Uniqueness
Backward
tell me, tell me everything
sell me emptiness in pain
endless love, fountain of the rain
anything, please not this again
that’s the price for living backward
that’s the price for living good
when the world won’t see you through
that’s the price for being good
lingerie, lord of baltimore
englishmen in continuum
large, small bleeding in the brain
criminal, crime against the wind
that’s the price for living backward
that’s the price for living good
when the world won’t see you through
that’s the price for being good
lay awake, wishing I could pray
comforting tale of fairy friend
alone in pain, is to be a man
empty frame to be made again
that’s the price for living backward
that’s the price for living good
when the world won’t see you through
that’s the price for being good
violence hurts it’s a curse
you are alone, why not me?
what is equal, what is free?
see the paradox, see the end?