Self Portraits

First one: Trust.
Second One: Addictions.


Thoughts? :)

In 3's

I think we all are gifted a talent that we squander with neglect, the desire for one we don't believe we'll ever have, and one we use but don't enjoy.

What makes you an artist is embracing one of those and making it the expression of your Human.

What have you always wanted to do, but don't think you have the resources/courage/physical skillset for?

I'm curious, but it's also important to identify these to yourself in order to live the deepest. :)

What I have but don't cultivate: Photography
What I want: To love my instrument, whatever it is. To be a Songwriter/Composer/Performer.
One I have that I don't really enjoy: Writing.

I have the capacity to change the world in word, but I'm so goddamn afraid of criticism that I'll neglect it, settle for something else. Something expensive. X_X

If it weren't so personal, it wouldn't matter. Time to step up to fear and do something to what I have to give, naturally. My words. I want to put them to music, but I've never made ANYTHING worth listening, despite 6 years of musical training and theory.

What do you burn for?

yes.

“A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

-Einstein

Rob McCann and Web Award!

Hello Lovelies!




Shot and Edited this for my friend Rob McCann's new EP, Murder Mile. He's acoustic and emotionally honest, with an extensive technical backround. Meaning=worth your time! In his own words, he sounds like "the best and worst days of your life."

Do you have any suggestions/criticisms? If there was anything you could do to improve this work, what would it be?

Recently I've been nursing a mental environment for myself, above all other priorities. Reading, Listening, Speaking, Listening harder-- a general mental consumption. Synapses a'gnawing, and ever tirelessly speeding tendrils to another mind transmitting. It feels pure, and the more I experience in life, the more I realize that mental stimulation is the meat of it. With the inactivity that is innate within our concrete confines, may I put even MORE emphasis on the importance of motion from the neck up. The verb of do lies primarily in my skull.

With that stated, I hope that my friend and blog-mate Cait will see how much I appreciate the merit of my thoughts and eye! Thanks SO much!




I'm meant to pass this on to 5 other bloggers, but seeing as my blog is so new, I doubt I have enough readers to count on my hand. So what I'll do is save this award for the future- as soon as I find a reader whom deserves it, I'll make sure to hand it out until I've reached my quota.

Thanks again, Cait!

SHAVED my head!

I'M FREE!!!

AlthoughI feel it only serves as a barrier and a vessel for vanity, if we all felt comfort lied in the disbanding of the fret it affords, hair wouldn't be a medium for self expression.

Yet I CAN encourage anyone who's contemplating to just DO IT! I thought I'd look like a foot, but the inhibition that comes with that thought falls to the floor with your bedhead.



Lovin!

Strange and Beautiful are one in the same

Nicoletta Ceccoli is a beauty. She brings the austere to cradle me, late.

Wednesday

Art that loses the viewer's lucidity contains the most of their soul.

The Passion- red of wounds, blood in lips, full-fire blooming sunsets. While it's true to be found in the depths of the sea, it is only there to make a fuss. Sympathetic nervous system.



The Dousing- forget-me-not melancholies, the plush of a newborn, the honest eye of clairvoyance.



Why?

(thank you who responded to me with such rich lustre- you make my life worth living.)

Build a House with me!

Do it! You know you want to give every family an opportunity to be dysfunctional in the comfort of their own home!


It's on October 4th. For further information- comment, even if its anonymously.

Habitat for Humanity- having funded over 400,000 homes in America since the 80's!! This will be the first United Youth House in Las Vegas-

Let's give a family a home.

Damien Rice

Tell me you can walk straight after watching this, and I'll kiss you.

Sunday

The Red, Darlings:




And the Blue:




Which do you favor? Why?
Why do you need rainfall?
That 3 letter conundrum is my most recent focus in the study of human complexity.

Themes

I'm going to start a "theme of the week" project, as my friend Cait has labeled me as a photography blog. I find it flattering. I find it a take-me-on.

From this Sunday forward, it's Red Vs. Blue Week Babyhearts.

How Exciting!

This is the Plug. It is my Giggle's adventure.

Pro-Home

Dear Fujifilm:

I am a Senior at the Las Vegas Academy of Performing and Visual Arts in Las Vegas, NV. Aside from being a conceptual photographer, I also humbly associate myself with the description of a Civil Rights Activist. My aim is to convince my Senator and Congresswoman to vote YES! on the Bring America Home Act which would bring affordable housing, a liveable minimum wage, universal health care, and the right to vote to the homeless population of America. If you'd like more information on the act, please visit:

Bringing America Home

I plan to actualize my goal with an art project I recently conceived: I'd like to pass out 25 disposable cameras to single, homeless men (whom in my perceptions are denied the most aid) via a local soup kitchen. I will ask the men to take pictures of their meals, where they sleep, take a self portrait, and photograph their friends, asking them to return the cameras to me in a week's time. Upon the returning of the spent rolls to the soup kitchen, I would develop the prints and make a collage to display at a monthly art festival that receives a respectable amount of publicity. I already have an affiliate with the event who is wiling to give me gallery space and press coverage: All I'm missing is the essentials to begin the project.

Fujifilm, I'd really appreciate a donation of 25 QuickSnap One Time Use cameras in order to begin the process of taking these citizens off of the streets and putting them into Homes of their own. I pledge to send you coverage of the event and a picture of the completed art work, which I will title "The Strong and the Week"(intentional 'misspelling'), as well as display your logo at the gallery with a big fat "Thanks!" Card. You'll get a picture of that, too!

Thank you so much for your time- I hope to hear from you soon.

Humbly,

Krystal Beveridge

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Wish me luck, Guys! If they deny me the donation, I'll appeal to Harry Reid (who happens to be Nevada's Senator, as well as the head of Congress.

Universe=Loves me.
I=Love you.

Surface Scratch

"I wanted to live deep and suck the marrow out of life...if it proved to be mean, then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it... or if it were sublime, to know it by experience.... Our life is frittered away by detail."

We were encapsulating in a 65 mph bullet of appreciation. Crunch! Face wrinkle into a brick wall to add corporeal reminders that "Life is short.. so love the ones you got, 'cuz you may get runover , or you may get shot."

I was already ENJOYing the quality of living and those who made impacts on my day to day- that sense of getting dunked into a vat of ice water that usually accompanies the sleeping had passed over me like the whisp of the reaper's cloak on the cheek of the wind. What I got from this crash was a slam into the arms of everyone I love- I saw who cared for me, saw who I needed to draw closer.

Ryan once said to me,

"Our hesitation on life is where we sleep."

Drowsy with fear. My recent fascination has been the own hesitancy of my own in telling those that I respect and hope to honour most that I care about them. My fear is rooted in rejection- but at this point, the fact that a speeding bullet didn't E-ject me from the passenger seat is enough to tell me how insignificant that fear is.

The opposite of fear is love.

It is absurd of me to associate one with the other.

It's the FIRST amendment for a reason.

You have the right to

SCREAM
YOUR
HEART OUT

Don't wait for love to crash you into a brick wall at the speed of death.

P.S. I escaped the *accident* with minor scrapes and bruises. I thank the universe for life. Also, I give Thanks to all of you who let me know you cared for me.

It truly means The World.

Palin

I thought this was pretty giggle worthy.

Aftermath

A few newer pieces- courtesy of 2 am dementia. I've been contributing alot of my recent fascination quota to faux-polaroids- it's a new brand of photography I'd like to pioneer/deceive the general public with. ;)

I apologize to Cait and the Joi-Opaque project which I've been neglecting as of late- as I don't have the resources to collage, I think I will have to abandon that proposal. I love the work you've done recently, though.

For those of you who aren't familiar, it's a project Cait Fox and I conceived, which basic premise is to create works of art inspired by the others'. Enjoy!

Joi-Opaque