the great blizzard of 2010

So there's this weird thing .... one of my dogs is obsessed with gin + tonics.  Seriously.

Blizzard '10.  Staying in the house all day was making me ultra-stir-crazy.

Other stuff....

Baked a birthday carrot cake for my dad.

Shoveling for 2 hours brings a plight I call ... blizzard hair...  And this is after 10 minutes of combing.

Spot the lurker.  Yep...a dachshund.  My wolf lamp is also just chilling there.

Twin Peaks marathon ... totally happened.

I'm in a giant icebox of weird feelings.  I'm finding a way out of here ("here" being the rectangular space created by state lines).  There's too much snow, the soil is made of permafrost, and amidst all of the frigidity, too many bridges are on fire.  

-kc

Blustery Blizzard Snow Day

Today is a blizzard day. Every time I look out the window, all I see is a fog of furious, swirling white.

I am choosing to spend this blizzard day on Ubuweb. Ubuweb has long since been one of my favorite websites for scoping out artists I already love and finding new artists to obsess over. It's really great for video and audio art--I started really getting into it when I took a Cinema Studies class at Tisch called "American Avant Garde Cinema."

My first link way-worth-clicking-on is to a Ryan Trecartin piece. He's seriously a genius. I strongly suggest reading the description under the piece.

Ryan Trecartin "P.opular S.ky (section ish)" 2009 (via Ubuweb)

The next link way-worth-clicking-on is to a piece created using the work of several different artists in the Lux Archive, one of them being Lawrence Jordan (also known as Larry Jordan), a collage animation artist I've admired for a while.

People Like Us (Vicki Bennett) "Resemblage" 2004 (via Ubuweb)

So there you go. Brain fodder for a snowy day. Ubuweb can truly occupy me for hours. When I feel the old attention span start to wane, I'm going to go back to my Twin Peaks marathon. This is probably the 7th time I've watched the series, but somehow it never gets old.

So, basically, right now it's all about coffee, being a human blanket (with my giant plaid fringed shawl), cuddling with mini-dachshunds, and staring into the white abyss of a blizzard outside of my window. I'm not sure why the coffee is necessary, for there is truly no need to be awake.... I can't possibly leave the house. Hey, at least it's warm.

-kc

Black on Black

Today was a day that demanded wearing black.  Lots of black.  Black on black, in fact.  Black opaque tights, black oxfords, black satin slip dress with black mesh tank dress over it.  The only non-black items are my seashell/key necklace, my preserved scorpion necklace, my white fur collar, and red lipstick.  

Now, for a change of subject....

This outfit looks like a weird poster from the 80s that would be hanging in someone's grandparents' tacky Florida summer home.

Not only can you see a gator in this store, you can also record a karaoke CD, buy gag gifts, and get sex toys.  This store is most definitely an unintentional work of art.

This is an example of visual merchandising genius.

The day of the storm, the sunset was pretty brilliant.

Champion snow-covered shoveler.

Fiber optics child angel, Virgin Mary, mermaid sea scene, whimsical fairy, etc.

This is a still life of the supplies needed to party in a snowstorm.

It looks like Merlin's "magic touch" might be a tad too sexy.

A NIGHTMARE LADY POSTER

O haaaai Gramps.

My snowy boots.

My brain split today into three days.  Does your brain ever do that?  Sometimes I slip off into this weird dissolution of time, without realizing.  Then, when I snap out of that parallel universe, the day splits.  Each time this happens, it feels like the separation that denotes a new day.  Today was three days.

 

There is so much snow around here right now.  Snow is only pretty for one day... and then it turns ugly, picking up asphalt rocks and dirt spots.  The snow is mostly amassed in mounds in strip mall parking lots and yards.  I feel like Nanook of the North, I have to wear furry, warm things everywhere.

I need a job.  I've been looking for one for a long time, to no avail.  My problem is one part being too picky and another part bad economy.  It's a real bummer.  Today, though, it occurred to me that nothing would make me happier than just making dreamcatchers all day.  Is that a real job?  I'm part Cherokee--maybe I could work in a tourist roadside stand in the Southwest selling dreamcatchers and making dreamcatchers?  Possibly?  Wow.  That is the ideal job--I might have it all figured out.

 

-KC

All photographs copyright Katelyn R 2010

ribbon bows and winter snows

It's snowing here in Pennsylvania.  In addition to being slightly ill (instead of immensely ill, which was yesterday), the snow really put a damper on my plans.  It's alright, snow is great for warm living room movie nights and lots of window staring.  I really like it, actually.  It justifies inertia.

Also, not just because the world is overrun with fashion blogs, but because I consider it a form of marking time, I'm going to be posting random photographs of my outfits on here.  Dressed up and nowhere to go is the story of my life (well, no place that dressing up is appreciated, anyway).  Today I was listening to a lot of 60s/60s inspired folk music... namely Vashti Bunyan, Joanna Newsom, Joni Mitchell, Karen Dalton and Townes Van Zandt.  I was feeling a 1960s/Appalachian chic thing.

I found these keys in the basement, so I added them to my seashell necklace.

Apparently, this dress was my Aunt's when she was 12 years old in the 60s.  Also, I got this crazy looking sweater in the thrift store, and as soon as my mother saw it, she said she owned something like this in the 70s, and she wore it to the 70s equivalent of a "pimps and hoes" party... a strumpet something party.  I forget what she called it.  Mysterious...

Peace out