Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Dreams - Morning of September 29th

A night of many dreams; one in particular stood out as downright creepy.


The setting morphed with a sudden momentum and landed dead-center in a brightly lit, claustrophobic jungle, where an extravagant plant-ridded mansion lay dead. I moved to my left, heading down the mansion's right wall, and soon found I had begun stepping on the stone tiles leading me into the back garden. The garden, without a doubt, was incredibly well-kept, but by whom, I shall never know.

With its curvy rows of flowers and bushes broken occasionally by a tall tree and red-brick walkways, the garden seemed a haven in the craze of the jungle. Before I could even breach beyond the mansion's back corner, however, I stopped in my tracks.

Out from the short shrubs to my immediate left, a tiny sheep appeared.

It was unlike any sheep I had ever seen... namely because this sheep was.. not only small, but its entire body a pale lime green. And stiff. The sheep stood completely erect, its feet locked together, its head locked forward, facing the wall of the mansion - all while moving towards the mansion at a slow, constant pace. And seeping out of the sheep - mouth unmoving - came a soft, airy voice filled with sincere concern.


I watched it move before me, in a straight line against the ground, body unwavering.

"..Molly? ...... Molly..?"

Time slowed, and the voice carried on.




Monday, September 28, 2009

Dreams - Morning of September 28th

Warning - These dreams often make little sense. Trying to understand them can cause socket damage.


Last night, I dreamt of a relatively small city-town, a cross between the Paris in Aristocats and the city of Lady and the Tramp.

..Only, deep at night, with the streets dimly lit by lamp posts and the occasional kindle escaping a window. No one was awake aside from two dogs.

The stocky hound was sniffing around the city, closely followed by his taller, ganglier friend. Together they discreetly searched the streets for clues. Recently, a good handful of crimes had been committed by a mysterious, unknown dog, and these two were out looking for a lead.

The hound kept reassuring his friend that he'd find something, while his buddy quietly insisted on hopelessness. After a great deal of searching benches, tables, posts, and dumpsters, the taller dog absentmindedly said "Maybe he doesn't shed."

Abruptly halted by the thought, the hound turned to his friend slowly with a grim discernment. "He doesn't shed," he said, shocked, and gradually sat down to take it all in. "He doesn't shed."



Friday, September 25, 2009

I'm nuts and proud of it

Space fish likes your spaceship.
All images (C) me, Kezrek - do not use without permission


I don't concern myself with worldly things to the degree in which many would want to believe. Please don't interpret that as some sort of blind belief. Upon entering my room, whether it be at home or at college, the first thing you'll notice is a lack of stuff.

It's like visiting a friend's house, and she shows you her room... only to think she's been mistaken, and shown you the relatively barren, hospital-like guest room, with pale walls tinted green and an off-white carpet worn dense by years of walking. There is only one window, and it only takes in direct sunlight in the dark months of winter.

Various small hints of ownership hide in plain sight. Namely, this includes a few dinosaur figurines upon a low dresser, locked in interaction, two painterly tropic-themed posters, a small row of sci-fi DVDs, big headphones attached to a small blue iPod, and several other items.

Before all else, I'm Katherine, aka Kezrek. I live in this room, and thrive in this room, for it allows my imagination to focus; to soar. The primary reason I own things is because they are functional, and give me a means for putting my thoughts on paper. I utilize my dinosaur figurines for references, the tropical posters for inspiration, the sci-fi DVDs for ideas, my headphones and iPod for musical motivation, and my drawing materials, which I use to thrust my imagination upon this world.

Spinosaurus aegypticus tooth for the win!

I have one load of laundry worth of clothes. I have one pair of high heels, and they sit at home in my closet, resting from their one-time thus-far use, at high school graduation. I have one pair of sandals, and two pairs of sneakers - one for hot summers and one for cold winters. My hair is washed, and brushed, and nothing else (air-dried, not blow-dried). I've never owned or used any makeup. My idea of a good time is playing video games, drawing, laughing, and reminiscing over life.

These are merely a few of my features. I'd like to thank my parents for tolerating my strange ways, and supporting my attendance at Ringling College of Art and Design as a Game Art & Design major. I love them very much. With each moment at college, I strive to make them proud for investing in me; this means working my best and learning as much as I can. Even if they never read this, I want to make it clear. =)

So, in a nutshell, that's me. This will be my blog, and it will be neat. Hopefully I can keep it going. Expect drawings both in and outside of college, sketches of dreams I've had, random spurts of philosophical jargon, and the occasional excerpt from ******