Dirt Road Street Cred.

The bartender looked at me and said, "Ah, so you're a girl who likes blue collar beer."  "Yes sir, I am."  Though I had never thought about it before, I was proud to wear that patch, like a name embroidered onto a mechanic's coveralls. There is an odd sense of pride being a beer drinking …

Arizona III.

This past December my roommate and I flew to Arizona, the desert and quite possibly our futures. You can read more about the trip on The Hive (our travel blog), but for those of you more interested in imagery, below you will find the 35mm I shot while on this whirlwind adventure. Enjoy! Part I. Part …

Arizona II.

This past December my roommate and I flew to Arizona, the desert and quite possibly our futures. You can read more about the trip on The Hive (our travel blog), but for those of you more interested in imagery, below you will find the 35mm I shot while on this whirlwind adventure. Enjoy! Find Part I …

Arizona I.

This past December my roommate and I flew to Arizona, the desert and quite possibly our futures. You can read more about the trip on The Hive (our travel blog), but for those of you more interested in imagery, below you will find the 35mm I shot while on this whirlwind adventure. Enjoy! Part I. Part …

A Great Year For Life.

Almost titled: What it was like to be an artist for Kaitlyn Jo Smith in 2016.. Here it is, the comprehensive, everything I've done in 2016 blog post, more for my reference than yours. It seems like just last week I was writing 2015's post and as predicted 2016 was a year of intense growth and …

Alchemists.

We have finally begun pulling together the imagery from our collaboration this past October. Read more on The Hive and be on the lookout for updates.

THE HIVE

I love being a woman. I love being an artist. I love having opinions and the outlet to voice them. Mostly I love this support system of other woman artists who are just as passionate about their craft as I, who are honest, loving and supportive, who ask why but never how. These ladies believe in my dreams as much as they believe in their own. It is such an honor to be a bee, incredible to follow alongside their creative endeavors.

A few months back we documented a collaborative piece. Six bees went down to the river and baptized one another in the name of art, of photography and of those who came before us. On a brisk Sunday afternoon, late October, we became the film: encased in darkness, exposed to light for the briefest of moments, back into the darkness to be washed before permanently entering the light. Film development…

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Drifters Like Me.

On life as it is currently and a quick excursion to the (not so) Windy City.

THE HIVE

Life is a series of definite things. I was born, I was a baby, I was a toddler. I went to preschool, elementary, junior high, high school and then college. I worked four part time jobs until I worked a nine to five that now has me working eight to ten. This is normal, this is where most lives hit pause until they resume at retirement and eventually, inevitably, death. I am not satisfied with this and so I continuously chant the honeybee mantra, nothing is permanent and we are in control of our lives, over and over inside of my head.

I think that a lot of times being unsatisfied is considered being ungrateful. This is not always true. I am incredibly grateful for where I have been and where it has brought me. I am so happy with my present and what it is teaching me, but…

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The Honeybees and I.

We have begun making beautiful things, the honeybees and I. For the time being, I will not reveal too much, but know that great things are underway. Below is an image from our first collaboration, six passionate, talented, female photographers, working together to speak of intimacy between artist and medium. The work has been shot …

That Same Sun.

THE HIVE

I woke up at five in the morning, a hundred dollars to my name, and headed northeast, driving into the sunrise, watching it emerge over rural Ohio’s great expanse of corn. Sixteen hours later, forty dollars poorer, I watched that same sun set behind Vermont’s green rolling hills (mountains by my midwestern standards). In one day, I drove nearly seven-hundred miles, alone. At first I was terrified, but by Pennsylvania I had begun to get the hang of it, enjoying the loneliness. I screamed country music at the top of my lungs, stopped every time I had to pee, drank gallons of horrible gas station coffee and held entire conversation out loud by myself. Around mile three-hundred I was invincible, a self-proclaimed badass, able to go wherever the wind might take me.

Four years ago, when I moved into my freshman dorm room, I met a ray of sunshine. My roommate would quickly…

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Little Time and No Money.

In June I went to Memphis, I have finally written about it here.

THE HIVE

Spontaneity is key in travel as the most memorable moments lay hidden in the unknown. Four Sundays ago I looked at my mother and said, I’m going to drive to Memphis, do you want to come? Two days later we packed up the Corolla, and drove twelve hours south to West Memphis, Arkansas, and the sticky southern, summer heat. Like any last-minute, low-budget road trip, I was determined to see as much as I could while spending as little cash as possible. What initially started out as a trek to visit the Memphis College of Art, a contender in my ever-growing list of potential grad schools, turned in to a whirlwind, six state adventure.

Day one was a twelve-hour drive south from Ohio into Kentucky, Tennessee and finally Arkansas where we stayed in a one room cabin without running water. While sifting through gas station pamphlets on the bottom bunk we…

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