the life and works of ms. k.k

i’ve been doing allot of thinking and not much interneting, as you’ll have noticed. i’ve been thinking allot about identity and humanity and all of those things under your skin and how we express those things in our art, in what we write, the way we move, the things we say when we don’t think about saying them, i’ve been thinking about the things that make me who i am- woman, boy, artist, romantic, addict, compulsive, mother, child, slut, dyke, libertine, whatever.

any which way, i’ve been loosing my self in other peoples self portraiture recently, the real self portraiture, none of this myspace crap, the kind that captures a life tome of experience in one single image, the lovers and the long nights alone, the things they’ve been taught and the things they’re trying to forget, everything. i just love it.

i am back at college now, and i won’t go into detail about it all, but we have no resources whatsoever, to do anything with. the school has been spending thousands on building new rooms for the language and maths and i.t and english lit students. and we’ve got nothing in our one grey room behind the gym, not even a working tap to wash up with.

on the brighter side of things i’ve found a couple of new people, people who love their cameras also, and we’ve got big plans.

i admit this is pasted from a dA journal, it could be the other way round, either way, everyone is informed now i leaveyou with new photo :)