South of West Self-Death

So, I apparently posted the last post without knowing it.  In a weird, (explainable), semi-unconscious daze, I made a false promise of drawings posted the next day.  Apparently, in this daze, I started about 5 or 6 drawings, but didn't finish any one of them.  I am currently working on finishing them.  I'm almost there. The series is titled:
"South of West Self-Death"

 Here is what I have so far:

all images copyright Katelyn Roof 2010

In other news, I've been dressing like a winter appalachian snow queen in a frozen flower garden lately.  The weather is intolerably icy and damply dim, but I've been amusing myself by trying to walk in snowy, icy streets (and parking lots) in 3+ inch heels.  Outfit reenactment pictures will be posted soon.  I didn't have the time to take pictures at the time the original looks occurred.

-kc

longhorn lobotomy

I can't seem to focus on finishing one drawing right now. Instead, I'm manically working on about 12 -- overworking them to the point of ridiculousness and back (just the way I like it).

I had a dream last night that I suddenly decided to move to Chicago, but I had to drive there myself. I google mapped it in my dream, and it came out to be 11.5 hours, and the bizarre thing is -- I've never Google Mapped Chicago before, so there is no way I'd know the length of the drive. I woke up today, and I Google Mapped it out of curiosity, to see how close I was...and I was right on (11 hrs 28 min, says Google). A lot of weird stuff happened then, but that's extraneous (involving plastic, glowing santa heads in my car, and lost keys to a mysterious spirit-filled house I was supposed to live in for a week) . Maybe I should move to Chicago, maybe that's what this means. Maybe I also need to find a job and build some sort of a productive adult life, since I'm drawing 12 drawings at once and having dreams about Google Maps, wanderlust, and glowing santa heads.

Anyway, here's a simpler drawing I have (actually) finished. (My scanner is horrible, beware of that).

i wrote a careless love

i woke up today, with this horrible feeling. The kind where...I know I had experienced something less than desirable, and I know that it must have been in my subconscious. I soon shook it off, chalking it up to whiskey and sleep aids. The day goes on, mostly -- especially summer days misplaced in fall (even though I truly dislike humidity; it was excusable).



-k

bored and boring

i'm going overboard,
and i'm over-bored.
I'M SO OVER BEING BORED!

today i was running and my neighborhood smelled like this old scratch and sniff book i used to have, specifically the image that i scratched of wood, that is supposed to smell like firewood.

some drawings:

(heart torso)


(featherweight)


(fishbulb)


PEACE
kc

benadryl dreamcloud

so i am sleep-deprived right now. but the kind of sleep deprived that doesn't let my mind sleep, therefore torturing my body (also) with this non-sleep state of laying around ATTEMPTING sleep but just not quite getting all the way there. on the up side, today i went to Siren Records in Doylestown, looked up potential jobs (sort of), and drew things in my new sketch book and on a piece of wood i found in the garage. i also ran 6 miles. oh yeah and i went to a diner. it's been a day full of amazing nothingness, the kind i absolutely love.

sketches (on wood, and paper):



and yeah...g'night

so it goes

i have a horrible attention span




i think i'm in my selfish stage, more than ever. all i want is for someone to touch me, pay attention to me, think about me. want to be near me. i want lots of people to touch me all at once. i want them all over me...and then i want them to leave me alone when i decide i need to be alone which is often. is that weird?




so much for sweet dreams




it is what it is

-kc

ps these are some of the animations i've been working on this semester so far, sorry the quality is bad, especially on the last one. web res, EWWW! come to my senior thesis exhibition to see it all in mad legit form