While He Foraged.

I spent a lot of my summer with my dad in the junkyard. I needed a new driver's side mirror, battery and windshield for my van and he wanted bucket seats for his chevy and a rusted out lawnmower for yard art. We managed to scavenge all of the items on our list plus $4.72 …

My Own Reality.

Because Santa Clause answered my pleas and gave me a disposable camera for Christmas when I was four, I have been gifted with the amazing opportunity to curate my life. This is the ultimate power of the photographer, the ability to choose what we want others to see. In this crazily fast-paced social media driven world, it …

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 …

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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Weeds.

Fistfuls of dandelions hand delivered to a mother who refused to tell me they were weeds. On hands and knees we ate the grass, slicing our tongues in a world of pretend.

Haven’t Done Much Talking.

I am between projects and I am doing this thing (like always) where I am photographing everything around me and waiting for the pictures to tell me what it is I am interested in at this point in my life. I think that this is how you make art, although since the past four years …

Tradition.

Fall of 2014 I was in Photo III (what was then CCAD's all film class).  Among other things, I learned how to shoot a 4x5, making infinitely more failures than successes.  I left that experience completely frustrated, unsatisfied and ready for other things.  Three semesters later, I came across my negatives, negatives that I had never scanned …

Far More, Far Better.

I haven't written a blog post in an incredibly long time, it's not for the lack of making or having things to say, but rather that I have produced so much work since we've last spoke that I have no clue where to even begin.  My website (www.kaitlynjosmith.com) has gotten a beautiful facelift and I …

Cultivating This Perfection.

This weekend I tried my hand at infrared photography.  The first roll I shot and developed was completely blank, which was especially unfortunate considering thirty-six exposures costs eleven dollars.  My second time out was infinitely more successful, simply because there were images. Going out with my camera in tow, it was my goal to aim my lens …

My Sycamore.

This Summer they began tearing down Sycamore, at least that's what it has felt like to my overly sensitive heart.  What I mean by this is they are tearing down my Sycamore, the backdrop of my childhood.  My fathers' Sycamore is long gone, and my grandmothers' was torn down before even that.  Around eight years …