Walk 4.

Cocooned versus engaged. For each of the following museums, I did my first lap looking at art and my second lap looking at people. L.A. Louver The Broad L.A.C.M.A. L.A. Louver Looking at art.. Sui Jianguo Alex "Defer" Kizu Looking at people.. The Broad.. Looking at art.. Cy Twombly Joseph Beuys Roy Lichtenstein Richard Prince …

The Journey Home – Part II.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot White Sands National Monument, New Mexico Colorado City State Park, Texas Hot Springs National Park, Arkansas Shawnee National Forest, Illinois We dreamed of a …

Somewhere Between.

I need to write again, and I promise that I will. I need to for my sanity and my practice - my practice especially. Maybe I haven’t been writing because everything about my work has changed; maybe I have yet to find the words (although I am aware that this is a thin excuse, that …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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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Romanticized by Nostalgia.

  Maine made me brave (throwing me behind the wheel, alone, to drive twenty hours across the country). Maine made me embrace my failures (leading me to an entirely new aesthetic). Maine changed me (giving me a new way of making that I am desperately trying to keep). I came to realize while there that the only …

Actually Seeing.

I am preparing myself to get in my car and drive fourteen hours along the entirety of Lake Erie, across the whole state of New York, to the edge of Massachusetts, north along the Atlantic Ocean and half way up the coast of Maine to an artists' residency in Rockport: alone. I am terrified, but I …

Beautiful Life.

By the time I finish writing this and it is published, I will have about an hour before I jump in a car heading to Cleveland and about six hours before I board a plane heading to Vegas. I am sitting on my bed with every single widow in my apartment open, the sound of construction …