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

hypotrochoids, headaches and cats

Pinched nerve makes my brain swerve, 

and makes my third eye writhe in its socket

with seething, squeezing pain.

Copyright Katelyn Roof 2010

"Birds of a feather, fall into a hypotrochoid parallel universe together." 

Pen, Marker and Spirograph on Paper

(My scanner is low-qual.  Ignore that.)

So, to make a long story as short as it possibly can be to be to prevent rambling (maybe):

After going to bed at 6 AM last night (this morning), I woke up from a strange dream at 10 AM -- a dream about cats.  I don't have a cat.  the last time I owned a cat, I was 9.  In all honesty, I'm violently allergic to them, but only if I touch them and subsequently touch my face.  I've learned to avoid this.  Anyway, this was not just any dream about cats, it was a dream in which I was photographing some sort of Cat Pageant, the kind that seemed like it was less of a cat show, and more of a body building contest or a beauty pageant.  Obsessed, crazed human after more obsessed, crazed human brought his/her cat up onto stage, one by one, parading them around, the crowd cheering.  Some really strange man with a mullet, rat tail, torn jeans and an obnoxious patriotic t-shirt came up behind me and kept molesting me as I unsuccessfully tried to exploit what was going on onstage by photographing and filming with my camera.  My camera kept malfunctioning, the crazy rat-tailed molester kept getting in the way of my best shots, and everything was just working against me.  Over and over in my head, I kept repeating "IF I COULD JUST GET THIS MOMENT CAPTURED, THIS WILL BE MY MAGNUM OPUS, I SWEAR."  I just couldn't seem to get the feeling captured with my photos and video footage (mostly because of the interceptions).  Then, I go backstage to interview the participants.  I talk to a bunch of them, most of them are wearing cheesy cat-themed sweatshirts and speaking as if their lives depended on nothing other than CATS.  Then, I go to interview the last contestant, and it turns out it is some lady who has her elementary school aged son dressed up in a cat costume.  The son runs up to me, acting exactly like a cat, except with his own human face poking out of a very realistic cat costume.  That's when my dream shifted, and I was suddenly in a dimly lit mall, wandering around, confused.  

What could this possibly mean? Wait.

I don't even want to know.

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

My birthday.... ugh.... 25 is just an unfortunate number. It just... sounds drab. If you repeat it over and over again, it gets increasingly more boring within its 3 syllables with each repetition. Clearly, i'm over it.







(new drawings, the first of which is an actual illustration of a recent nightmare)

ahoy

something I drew recently:



i drew this in the car actually.
(i wasn't driving)

i'm finding my bible in late-night
fate/flight
song lyric escapade
running from everything i knew as new to
not be or freely free
weird thoughts
mistakenly distraught in the cold light of morning/noon
escaping from my after before it became soon.
(seeing cross-eyed is intentional).

done and won

suddenly, (LIFE) it all makes so much sense, in that it makes no sense at all and i love that.

i'm going to go out and run until my knees collapse, sweet release (yes).

america's next top model marathons are fatal to my productivity

i need a place to be! give me a place to be and a reason to be there!
PLZ

been drawing...
been wandering...

today i found the canal towpath that goes all the way to new hope.

i made a video this week that i wanted to upload here but it hasn't been working. its on facebook. find me on facebook, i guess? or i don't know. the internet is a strange place.

it has been really windy this week. the other day i woke and wandered downstairs in a leopard print slip and i saw out of my front window a man/boy...or manboy....wearing flannel nightpants walking down the street in front of my house carrying a garbage can. weird.

i am over myself.


in other news, i've been drawing:




-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

how now brown cow

so...
my house smells like vanilla formaldehyde right now.
no clue why.

come to my senior thesis exhibition!

here is the official invite, i just finished making it:

FRONT:


BACK:



click to see bigger and
PLZ COME!