The Music from Down the Hill

Oh man... I went to type in "blogspot.com" and I accidentally typed in "bogspot.com."  I think that's actually very true.  This is definitely a bog... not a blog.  It's a messy, sludgy, humid clustering of thoughts.  It's a bog, totally.

Anyway...I'm in this play.  At Civic Theatre of Allentown.  And you all must come, not just because it is only $10 (cash only, at the door) but also because I am fictitiously homicidal, possibly schizophrenic, and most definitely really loud and out of control (in the show.... maybe in real life, too, that's up for debate).

MORE DETAILED INFO, please come and support local theater!

To elaborate on the subject at hand, this play is definitely one of the biggest challenges in my acting career.  It's strange -- the character is so much like me, but she is a very magnified and extroverted version of many personality flaws that I keep internal.  I have to yell/scream/cry so much, I come home with a raging headache nightly.  I'm not saying this is a bad thing, actually, it's very therapeutic.  I am undoubtedly learning so much, about myself and acting.   The other night, my nosebleed could probably be partially due to all of this intensity, yelling, etc.  It's so physically and mentally taxing running through this show nightly, but so amazing at the same time.  I come home every night physically shaking (with adrenaline), while simultaneously being drained of all emotion and energy.  

Come see it!

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!

AWESOME (!!!)

So I ended up drawing an upside-down cross last night for a video and I accidentally spilled wine on it. Symbolic? Maybe. A sign of the impending apocalypse? Again -- maybe. I also had a bloody foot the whole time. AWESOME.

Going to illadelph in 5 min. In the meantime....

a vid:
(the bigger ones won't upload, boo to that)

Primitive Heart

This is documentation of my unfortunate bike accident on the night of The Cure at Radio City. my key went into my finger and you could at one point see to the bone, i feel really awesome and street because of it (street cred points through the ROOOOF).

in other news, the studly Brad Walsh did a post on my photography on his blog, check it out (Junk Mag), it's a few posts down

I'm going to use this blog mostly for shameless self-promotion, general retardation, and art.

Below is one panel of a triptych projection/installation i did this past year. I didn't want to go through the HTML hell of posting the entire triptych (which would freeze your computer anyway), so here is the center panel with the audio soundtrack i edited myself completely from field recordings done with an M audio recorder.

(i hope the sound is working, let me know if it is not.)

-kc

currently listening: XTC - "Ladybird"
current location: center valley, PA