The Earth Itself.

She smells of the earth, not the pretty earth: lavender, roses, lilacs and peonies, but of the earth itself: flesh caked in dirt, salt and the rain.   Advertisements

Man Manipulated Beauty.

A group of Columbus photographers, all connected in some way to CCAD, were invited to create imagery to be hung in the gallery at Franklin Park Conservatory. Honored to have been asked, I set out to make work that would happily live within this family friendly, botanical context. We meet next Sunday to discuss installation….

This Woman.

“You could be married”. She said this as if I was not aware as if I did not know that in some parallel universe I was walking around, stomach swollen, with a wailing toddler on my hip. Of course, I knew – this woman – I longed to save, but it was her or I. I…

New Years Day.

  And so it began, like so many before, knees on linoleum, worshiping toilets.  

Pictureless Places.

For the things I cannot say there are pictures; for the things I cannot picture there are words. These are the seven most beautiful things that I have ever seen. Originally I wanted to write about only five, but none were dull enough to cross off of my list. Some have images, others do not. Many…

I Want to Run.

I never wanted to run away as a kid, I guess this is how you know that you had a wonderful childhood, wonderful parents, wonderful family, wonderful friends in a wonderful little town quietly tucked away from the rest of the not so wonderful world. I was fed, I was clothed (not without a fight…

Here is Summer.

Today in Columbus, Ohio, we reached a high of sixteen degrees. I say this because although many of my readers are local a lot of you are not (thanks world wide web). For those of you fortunate enough to be somewhere warmer I cannot lie I am a bit envious, but for those of you…

Smoke Filled Daydreams.

I bought those cigarettes with absolutely no intention of smoking them, because you were cool and I had always thought that they were too (cowboys and movie stars and you when you’re drunk). I craved nicotine. It got a hold of me without so much as one hit, one inhale, exhale, smoke filled daydreams.

Something New.

The last day of 2016 was the best day and the first day of 2017 was the best day and I pray to God that they come together to set the precedent for what will be the best year yet. I spent my last hours of the old year and the first of the new…

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…

Twenty-Five Times I Felt Something.

My photographs are primarily inspired by my childhood, whether that be specific memories or overarching themes/feelings. I make as a way to process the past, it is a compulsion to remember and have a record of everything. Much of my work explores ways of documenting that which has already happened. With each passing year, I am…

Months After Maine.

Months after Maine and Vacationland I managed to find the time to develop, scan, edit and share the film I shot while there (and honestly couldn’t have done so at a better time). It has been so gray here in Columbus that I have nearly forgotten how wondrous the sky can be. The colors of Maine…