Selkie

Selkie

Chicago, United States

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“In heart I am Muslim,
in heart I’m an American artist
and I have no guilt
I seek pleasure
I seek the nerves under your skin
The narrow archway; the layers;
the scroll of ancient lettuce
We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly,
the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore.
He spared the child and spoiled the rod
I have not sold myself to God. "

~~Patti Smith

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Photographer/Dancer-Performance Artist/Poet & All Around Loon…
I am a girl – I take a lot of photographs and write a lot of words, both which i manipulate and generally mess with until they look they way i want. All of my photos are self-portraits unless otherwise specified. All the work here is mine. Anything i’ve modeled for is not shown here, as that would be cheating, innit? As a teenager i began writing angst-ridden and incredibly bad poetry – i like to think over the years, i’ve improved a bit.

I began photography quite accidentally – and because of an accident. I became ill in 2003 with an auto-immune illness, and shortly after injured my spine – an event that left me largely bedridden for several months; up until fairly recently, i wore a back-brace and was told i may never walk without a cane (they were wrong, as “they” almost always are…). I was given a camera as a gift, which i used on myself as a way to document my recovery and relieve the stultifying boredom. I turned the lens on myself because there was no one else around, and i was confined to my own apartment for months, with only short physical-therapy walks in the Honolulu University district. Self-portraiture is my first love, and is still the main focus of my work.

My camera keeps me from indulging in anti-social, murderous and possibly illegal behaviour.
It keeps me sane.
This is what i do.

Redbubble Site
kataskopia.com
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Credits:
Photo – Much of my brushes/resources come from DeviantArt’s many talented artists.

Hair – The kickass blonde, curly hair, as well as any dreadlocks you see in some photos is done by the amazing Cleo of Soul Avenue. Because of her i can look like a different person every week if i want…soul.avenue[at]yahoo.com
The short-cropped hair (possibly my coolest haircut EVER) is by Isobel of Art & Science Salon in Chicago, who by the way also has the coolest tattoos i’ve ever seen.
Without them, i’d look like a cat that stuck it’s nose into an electrical socket.

Makeup – All makeup is done by me.

Exhibits:
“les rencontres du tarot” exhibit
The Tarot du Panier
Paris, Fr

ACHE exhibit, 2nd Floor Gallery
Pilsen, Chicago IL.

Death to Summer exhibit, 1901 Gallery
Chicago, IL

  • Joined: April 2009

Journal

Animals

I keep your bones / in a jar / beside my bed / because / although i know / you are with me / and all around me / like light / and air / fluttering, mothlike / in and out / of my days / touching me / with ephemeral fingers / like sunlight / on my face / Still, we are animals / and i miss your warm / soft skin / Your forest fire eyes / Your mercurial laughter / and your hard embrace / And i am / an…
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Moth

Sometimes i think of you / as a moth fluttering / in the summer night / Like the time / your voice came to me, / as white wings / appeared floating / like a tiny ghost / before my face / But then i think / how your soul / was far too vast / for such a small vessel / But still, / whenever i see / tiny wings / dancing in the dark / I wonder / if you’re stopping by / you always did love th…
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Cat's Cradle

You and i / are connected / by gossamer threads / spinning the language / of this love / ensnaring my heart / like spiderwebs / our souls / playing this game / of cat’s cradle / weaving patterns / between us / in the air / while you pretend not to notice / and i pretend not to care / but i know / you can feel me there / feel those strings tugging / at your soul / as i pass your house / tho…
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Home, Free.

[Video] / Your song, Jamie – gone six months today. / This is for you, and for Chloe and Quinn. I love you, Kiddo. / Now you’re home, now you’re free.
Posted about 4 years – 6 comments

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Your death was like / a prison break
 / You left silently in the night 
 / as i slept / without a clue
 / as to why
 / Violent as a crime…
No Dog.  by Selkie

Clockwork Heart

A kiss / with you / is anything / but simple / and such sweetness / is too delicate / to be dissected / by the cold, / steel fingers / of…

Hyperborean

Digging in your claws / for the first winter storm / you wait / crouched down / under earth and stone / trying to make yourself / small / c…

Kundalini

Break through the ice / from beneath the surface / where the world / is airless / ancient / and cold / You have become / so old / from hold…

Insects

You carry away your dead / take them beneath the ground / when night comes / and build a shrine / of fragile husks / to honour those fallen…

The Hunter

I am / hunter / and prey / i pay / the blood-price / for willful blindness / and lingering too long / in childhood’s innocence / I hold my…

Tension

You slid into / my dreams last night / like a tongue / Gripped my mind / like two hands / steering the bones / of my hips / Played me hard…

Selkie

Girl, you are drowning / in thin air / Go back / to the water / Dive beneath / the waves / Swim beneath / the waterways / Follow the seaw…

Skoll (the wolf that chased the sun)

Lonely lupine child / stop this pointless / flight towards the dawn / The night / is always longer / than you think / and the light / is…

Animals

I keep your bones / in a jar / beside my bed / because / although i know / you are with me / and all around me / like light / and air / flu…

Nicotiana

like some small / and terrible / god / with razored teeth / and poison tongue / and a tragic flaw / like all deities / Yours is Love / and…