Salut!


Ok hold up, I'm all gibbered up over here folks. I would love to have real names so please email/note me, if you don't want to that is fine as well, will just sign it to your username here.

Here is what I have done so far:


1 print processed (being prepped for mounting) for Fangedfem
1 print processed (being prepped for mounting) for Senecal
1 print/ 1 polaroid processed (prints being mounted) for Eva (mergana)

I have some more, but I already contacted all of you thru email so no point in putting it here.
That is what I have done, Karen, still waiting on what print you want, Anj we can talk on msn about it..
Srivatsan, I printed something for you this morning, still waiting on the outcome.



I had a couple emails today about more trades, will respond to you thru email rather than here.

Did I forget anything?

GET IN YOUR POT!


Later mailbox heads,
-k

Hola,

Still around, atleast I think I am, haven't been online here much, with no work this week its nice to relax and prep some prints and start working on one of my pet projects. One thing I have noticed lately, is when I let people in, they just end up confused, pissed, hurt, and/or very bored.

Here is a small list of prints I going to make for people, if you aren't on the list, email me to make sure we agreed to trade, because all I have is notes and comments left on my journal, and if it ain't there, no trade. I might start selling some prints again, since I don't really print in excess, but I want to print more color and more black and white (with oils). At the moment I am working on a huge project, non photography related in a way, finished sanding and priming my glass and working on Desert, with oils.

Here is the people I am trading with, let me know is something is off:

gonzale
Karen
Anj
Senecal
Srivatsan
fangedfem

I know there are more, too many fumes this morning so I am not really here, VIDEO TAPE MY REACTION!

Anyway, someone wanna tutor me in French? I know the basics, and getting better, but I want to learn with ya know, someone who speaks the fucking language.

Just remember, this isn't real, and cobalt blue deep is beautiful.

PPS, R-Point, (Korean) movie sucks asspie, I loved The Prestige though, David Bowie needs a Nobel Prize for kicking so much ass.

anywho, gonna go take some xanax and climb into some staples or something.

made pasta, with basil.

-K

Hello,


Well awhile back on my old account I talked about doing a print exchange, well that kinda fell thru for the most part, I had so many requests and most weren't on par but that is besides the point but I want to try something very similiar. So here is the idea, if you make traditional prints I would love to buy one from you. I love collecting prints and if you so happen to have one you'd like to sell me then let me know!

If you don't print traditional prints and would like to sell me a digital print I would love that too! But if you want to sell me a digital print I would greatly appreciate it if you signed it on the front for me.

Would anyone be interested in this? I have a small gallery in my studio and want to open a space to highlight works that I have come to collect, which would include yours. This is just to expose prints, it is not a place to sell work.

I would love to have participation with this.

P.S. The webcast of the instruction is going slow, no one seems to know much about it and I am having trouble finding the right technology to help, but I am looking.

EDIT Also want to include any medium! Whether be digital painting or traditional or anything!


Did you hate my last journal?

-k

Killing Blond


I can’t find many reasons to deliberately look down on blondes, but I do find this general disinterest in letting my eyes wonder towards a chalky letdown. This being too casual accompanied by this weak drone who finds the dampness in breath to ask for a casual conversation only to be greeted with a heavy boot to the groin causing the vomit to rise before I can muster the politeness to say no.

Sometimes it’s these silly whores who find it necessary to whine on about fantasies of rape and displeasure that only seem to bore me and reduce my swollen nature. The only image I can conjure from this are eyes slowing receding back in the head, relieving the world of another “fantasy.”

This shyness angers me, ignoring it sends needles up down my spine in a vain effort to remind me how selfish I am that instead of paying attention I’m drifting on about how easy it is to scare people with words like purpose and love.

Simple, like killing blond, principals of lust ringing in the Bose Tri-Ports, realizing how extremely cut my abdomen is.

Few people know how easy it is to cave in someone’s face with a small billeting hammer, almost silent, as clean as my Waterman fountain pen, blue marble finish with oak encrusted handle and gold trim.

My thoughts drift to the circus, watching the rings come to life holding hands and gesturing gentle love, buying cotton candy and then forgetting I ever had it in my hand.



-k