So believe when i say i'm no better than you Except when i rap So i guess it ain't true

I'm actually the best/worst freestyler ever. (lies) Except for that one time with Katherine at my friend Greg's house when it seemed like a great idea, I just remember rhyming -at words a lot (you know: bat, cat, sat...) v elementary rapping skills!

The reason why I started writing this post is number 1: because I'm supposed to be cleaning my attic/old studio and number 2: because I have a severe disorder.

Which is: I HAVE TOO MUCH (F)ART WORK which I can't ever seem to throw out.

So I've decided to give away most/some of it, good idea?

I know that all nobody of you is just clamoring to receive some original Kates before I become too well known and famous to be cool anymore, so you best jump on the non-bandwagon quick!

Hold on, I'm going to take some pitchas to post so everyone can see/vomit!

This is my 2D final, it's a book!









This is my 4 ft by 6 ft plate drawing!


(Sorry, this is like the selfie version of art photography!)

Wordform compositions:





Drawing of my roomz!


Relational drawing:

This is my first 2D project called mutable self, it's about how I feel when I'm alone.

Alright this next one is a little weird, it's a superhero costume!




My superhero is called the Couch Whisperer and she was bullied a lot when she was little, but she was too scared to stand up for herself. When she's older, she observes others around her being taken advantage of and she decides to help them with all of the insults she's stored up over the years but was afraid to use. So she makes a dress so she can camouflage into this couch and whisper insults to these people so they can stand up for themselves! (win.)
My first 3D project which was to make a plaster mold of a found object, than manipulate it, and use those manipulations to design a module which can be laid out in a pattern and stacked in a column. (Guess what my object was...)

My sister and the stack!



They're twizzlers silly!
I have loads more but no pictures or anything because my dad stole them for his office (some of them were submitted to the foundations juried show... including the couch whisperer... don't mean to be braggers mcgee)
I need to go shower, and see Avatar with my sister and dad, it's supposed to be bad but fingers crossed! Allz the photos are out of wack because I don't know how to use the interweb! boo technology.

She was beautiful and accomplished!

Hey ya! p.s. I have a newfound appreciation for Outkast since Temple it's smart and different, and isn't that something we all strive to be?

The title comes from a very funny dialogue between my sister and my father during the Speidel family ski vacation (aka: force your children to plummet rapidly and uncontrollably down a frigid mountain while you argue with extended family about wine/food/laundry/absolutely nothing the result of which is a 8 hour gossip ridden car ride back home, all assessments reaching that our french uncle Phillipe is an angry and unpleasant person). This is a person whose accent and lack of understanding of the English language is at first humorous, than dangerous, his food snobbery borders on violent, and his inappropriate comments/drinking/snoring know no bounds.
Personally, I think he's exceptionally jolly.

So my dad was arguing with my sister about whether or not she should go skiing, my sister claiming that she was too sore from risking an icy death the day before, my dad fighting back with unusually consistent parental notion that their children should achieve or attempt anything and everything because who knows what the future will bring? (a conceit which never fails to exasperate any situation). My dad is walking away from the argument which he inevitably wins, and my sister goes for a classic Sarah behind the back mutter "I'm going to be the next Natasha Richardson!" (a wonderful woman who unfortunately died of concussive complications when she failed to recognize that she hurt her head fatally while skiing)
My dad, catching the frustrated mutter, brilliantly counters with "Good. She was beautiful and accomplished!"

Ha! I'm sorry for Natasha but that was funny.

I'm about to meet one of my favorite people, my very favorite Brazilian, Thomas (as well as my favorite Korean Hye Yeon, and my favorite Christian Scientist Sabrina) for ice skating so I have to go, but don't worry, I'll tell all none of you about it in an upcoming post!
Meanwhile, my mom feels under appreciated and wants me to mention that the soup she made for tonight's dinner was extraordinarily wonderful! Never have vegetables come together in such brilliant harmony and I'm sure everyone famous agrees.

I just found this picture when I was looking for pictures of soup and I don't know what it means but it's infinitely better and more hilarious! (it's small but the bigger one went off the page!!)
....mmmmbye.

I might cause a cold front if I take a deep breath.

That's right, since I last posted... I have grillz! just playin but I do have a summer job as of an hour ago...

I'm going to be an owl team leader! This means (I believe) that I'm going to orient the freshmen during orientation over the summer at Temple hooty hoo!

Okay, so the reason I have time to blog is that I'm home for an entire month of winter break :{o

What do I do with myself? So that's why I'm blogging, because I actually miss fart school (art with an f in front of it for the ill-informed)

I also miss being perpetually sandwiched by my ugly, loud, hot, concrete dorm building. Between the across the hall neighbors screaming at halo, the upstairs people who must always practice some kind of tap dance at 1 in the morning, the constant shrill of gossipy whispers, and the delicious, un-environmental heating system that communal living allows I think I actually miss (?) living there. My roommate hates the heat, and throws open the windows to let in blaring rap music and the frigid air (North Philly), but she IS from Maine.

I'm going to go to my sister's swim meet (weird right?) Apparently I have nothing to do now but blog and "attend" sporting events.

Don't worry. I'm bringing a book.