gender swap

this is a modern interpretation of "The Letter" by Jan Vermeer. The subject is being presented with a love note.

isolate & repeat

exaggerate

this is an example of an experience that i had in which i completely exaggerated the actual events.

self portrait

this is me...

this is me if i were asian anime.. pretty significant change. i'm not a fan of anime so i think i might have some hatred towards myself if i were.

words

this is a sort of exploration of expansion. i attempted to describe my desire [to expand] with a more abstract description.

triptych

i am disappointed by this triptych. it describes the uniformity of the catholic church that i experienced, that surprise that a marriage has the option to fail, and my dependency on travel. it's blaand.

still life

so we did a still life, and this is it.

#1

The truth: it's in practically every girls instinct to enjoy shoes, and i am no exception.

My lie: "i hate peacocks"

in reality i think they are a wonderful and gorgeous animal and have been considering a tattoo of one for three years.

My laugh: the idea of a peacock wearing a cute pair of pumps.

the start

i am a girl, my name is kelsey. i enjoy things and people as much as i don't.

music is nice, as are books. i enjoy both though do not spend enough time with either. i grew up with james bond, who is evidently the only shoot-em-up man i will ever enjoy to this extent. i enjoy movies, but tend to lose all recollection of the occurrences after about a week. thus resulting in a very frustrating movie-watching experience for anyone present. one should expect plenty of "what!? does he die? he's obviously gonna die, why is he pulling in to the desert? he knows that crazy man is out there! what an idiot, does he die? he has to die..." regardless of whether or not the people present have seen the movie or not. i repeat words and phrases quite a bit, a result of the dwindling number of books i have read within the past year.

my artwork is something i can't determine at this time, seeing as i have not become comfortable with anything i have done if not done on a computer. i'd prefer to hear my faults and have the decision to either accept or deny, so do not be courteous in critiques. if i seem appalled by the criticism then that is my own stupidity, but hopefully i will recognize the problem. that being said i will not withhold information that could potentially improve one's artistic abilities. so don't get pissy, i don't particularly care.

i think that's about it. i like computers, and i like knowing how to use them, but the internet can be very disappointing. such as when i'm searching for my old pair of converse star players in black and charcoal, or the deisel romy in tan lime and orange... i like shoes. all kinds really. oh and i'll continue liking ok go because that's just the way it is. i have no explanation and i'm sorry to those offended.