so, apparently, i have taken some subconscious screencaps from wonderful conversations on facebook chat, too. here is a small collage. enjoy.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
agree to disagree
"You spend half of the morning just trying to wake up, half the evening just trying to calm down."
- (SMOG)
my body says life, my mind says death. my body says REST, my mind says WAKE. my body says DREAM, my mind says insane.
i DREAM an insaneDREAM.
...and....broken glass?
- (SMOG)
my body says life, my mind says death. my body says REST, my mind says WAKE. my body says DREAM, my mind says insane.
i DREAM an insaneDREAM.
...and....broken glass?
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Some Semblance of Happiness: the Theory
I'm now finding a strange cache of writings and prose I did in what I'm assuming was a somewhat unconscious state. Sleepwriting? A somnambulant rambler with a flair for the poetic and obtusely rhythmic phrasing? This must be the best kind of somnambulation. I've come to the conclusion that it's my soul, escaping my body, devoid of judgment and imposition from outside forces and just....walking around a little. Telling me a little bit about me that I'm just too human to see.
I'm actually really glad I feel like no one reads this blog. This is the kind of slightly public diary any chronically introverted individual could dream of, ever. It's the idea that I can be honest to an invisible listener, and that listener may or may not even exist. After all, it is a fear of the concrete that the introvert has. This is the best because I'm talking to a wall...a person without eyes. Eyes can judge. Within this sentiment lies the truth that the internet and my sketchpad, they are my best friends. In fact, all of these admittances rest as proof to my theory of art, the internet and the introvert. Our internet-based culture is, in ways, birthing this strange breed of introverts parading as extroverts. An artist is (mostly) walled within his or her own mind. Confined in the mind is the root of extreme introversion. A level of brain functioning that differs from what is termed "the norm" is embarrassed and confined within itself.
In this way, this walling-in of an extremely active mind, is born the need for alternate forms of expression, that differ from conventional interaction and exchanges of speech among fellow human beings. Enter art. Enter the internet. Enter this alter-ego, that exists within these alternate forms of expression, that is not, in fact, a lie; it is just a facet of an extremely complex being. This is why an artist is an artist; there is something inside, that cannot be expressed with speech. Words fail...they fail miserably. Words can describe, but a feeling is comprised of multiple entities. One form of expression is never enough to suffice.
Sleep-writing, sleepwalking, daydreaming, drawing, pretty sounds, ugly sounds, delusions, illusions, reality vs. the imagined, microcosms and macrocosms, dying, living, peace in death, peace in living, extremism, idealism, cynicism, (all the isms), past pain, future gain, mega-sad, super-happy, beautiful brain, ugly thoughts, fiction as fact, dreams vs. alternate existence, love the myth, hate the myth, existence the reality.
You
Me
We
just
EXIST
- Katelyn
I'm actually really glad I feel like no one reads this blog. This is the kind of slightly public diary any chronically introverted individual could dream of, ever. It's the idea that I can be honest to an invisible listener, and that listener may or may not even exist. After all, it is a fear of the concrete that the introvert has. This is the best because I'm talking to a wall...a person without eyes. Eyes can judge. Within this sentiment lies the truth that the internet and my sketchpad, they are my best friends. In fact, all of these admittances rest as proof to my theory of art, the internet and the introvert. Our internet-based culture is, in ways, birthing this strange breed of introverts parading as extroverts. An artist is (mostly) walled within his or her own mind. Confined in the mind is the root of extreme introversion. A level of brain functioning that differs from what is termed "the norm" is embarrassed and confined within itself.
In this way, this walling-in of an extremely active mind, is born the need for alternate forms of expression, that differ from conventional interaction and exchanges of speech among fellow human beings. Enter art. Enter the internet. Enter this alter-ego, that exists within these alternate forms of expression, that is not, in fact, a lie; it is just a facet of an extremely complex being. This is why an artist is an artist; there is something inside, that cannot be expressed with speech. Words fail...they fail miserably. Words can describe, but a feeling is comprised of multiple entities. One form of expression is never enough to suffice.
Sleep-writing, sleepwalking, daydreaming, drawing, pretty sounds, ugly sounds, delusions, illusions, reality vs. the imagined, microcosms and macrocosms, dying, living, peace in death, peace in living, extremism, idealism, cynicism, (all the isms), past pain, future gain, mega-sad, super-happy, beautiful brain, ugly thoughts, fiction as fact, dreams vs. alternate existence, love the myth, hate the myth, existence the reality.
You
Me
We
just
EXIST
- Katelyn
Friday, February 3, 2012
(re)edit
I have a new Wacom Tablet, and I have been going to town re-editing old work. I just recently re-edited these photos i took in....2008, I believe. The whole project at the time was doing portraits based on fairy tale imagery with a creepy twist. I miss having access to a lighting studio.....anyway, NERD STORIES. I'm gonna stop telling these nerd stories, and move on to the photos, here they are:
all pictures Copyright Katelyn Roof.
Monday, January 30, 2012
the back(track)
Wander-round, wander around; wandering, wandering around and round.
This now and that then,
the separation between two is no more a passage of time
than an evolution of to be into what has always just BEEN.
All the "some"things sure added up to nothing....or ---
some....
thing.....
All the missed time between the last mistake and the next, or maybe a next is never -- or maybe it ... is now. All is now, and now is all that is to be had, so just have and then had and then have again. Forever and ever,
until then.
i have a good amount of old photos on my hard drive to (re)share. check back.
-kc
This now and that then,
the separation between two is no more a passage of time
than an evolution of to be into what has always just BEEN.
All the "some"things sure added up to nothing....or ---
some....
thing.....
All the missed time between the last mistake and the next, or maybe a next is never -- or maybe it ... is now. All is now, and now is all that is to be had, so just have and then had and then have again. Forever and ever,
until then.
-kc
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
HELLO, WELCOME TO GIF HELL
Without further adieu, I return to the personal blog-o-sphere.
While i gather my wits and raw materials to entertain you with visuals of fragments of personal projects, i am going to take you on a little trip through gif HELL.
....stay tuned.
While i gather my wits and raw materials to entertain you with visuals of fragments of personal projects, i am going to take you on a little trip through gif HELL.
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