Shake your bon bon.

      Whenever I'm in the studio, I like to do a self-portrait just to document my life. I was listening to a few of my favorite songs, and I guess I got carried away in the moment. The best part was that my professor found these on my camera. 

A Tribute To You.

      I recently learned how to use different types of software to make movies, so I thought I'd give stop motion animation yet another try. This is one of the most emotional pieces I've produced. I feel like explaining it all to you would take away from its suspenseful and distressing theme, so all I will say is that every frame of it was produced with my mom in mind.

Dear mommy, 
I love you, 
I miss you, and
I hope you like this. 
I know you'll understand every bit of it.
This is my tribute to you.
kiss kiss hug hug love love
Love,
Your wee one,
Krista May <3

I am so sorry about the quality. It's actually a very large file, but I guess Blogger compressed it a lot, so even the sound is cruddy... I'm pretty disappointed, but I wanted to share this.

More stop motion!

Forgive the less-than-presentable stick figure and choppy ending. My expertise is behind a camera lens, not with paper and scissors.

Music by 
Mumford and Sons: Little Lion Man

"Smoked" salmon.

      My friend Emma and I wanted to cook all fancy-like, so we whipped up some salmon, mashed potatoes, sauteed vegetables, and salad. In the process, a little too much oil was added to the pan used to cook the salmon, and an adventure ensued. For the first time this year, Emma managed to set off the fire alarm, and consequently the entire building evacuated until security and the fire department appeared. All I can say is that I am very proud of my Emma, and I look forward to our many adventures to come.

Those things are louder than any man-made object I've ever heard.

The crispy culprit.

Emma applying her recently learned lesson and being extra careful.

The finished colorful dish.

I'm hiding.

     

My deepest apologies in advance if this upsets you in any way.

      I can't say I know the difference between a cry for help and just plain public distress. Whichever I am conveying, I wish it would cease. The only thing keeping me from doing something stupid... is the simple fact that it's stupid.

      The Internet can be a boredom buster extraordinaire, but at times it can just cause more trouble than it is worth. I was browsing sites when I came across something sickening: a site where men can collaborate on methods and share stories and ideas about beating and raping women. I don't know how long it has been up, and I don't know how long it will be, but the fact that people with brains and hearts and feelings can organize and utilize such a place on the Internet... shouldn't be true. After I closed my laptop, I simply curled up on the couch alone in my apartment and cried. Eventually my roommates returned one by one, and so I put myself together as best I could. But the thoughts brewed in my overwhelmed mind to the point where I just couldn't take it. I crept to my bedroom and continued to bawl as quietly as I could.

       I am sickened to the point of hopelessness due to the continuous building up of things like this that I see day to day. Sexism (on both sides of the spectrum), desensitization to sex and violence, loss of courtesy, decrease in personal relationships outside computer monitors, and so many other things in today's society make me just wish I wouldn't have to be here anymore. I am well aware that I have amazing potential which is now weaving into success and excitement, but it barely balances out with all of the hate and disgust I have for many aspects of our world. Yes, I said the word "hate". I use that word as sparingly as I can, and the way I feel now absolutely calls for it.

       Each sunset I live to see seems to take a little of my innocence with it. Each moment that my brain teems with thought seems to contort the beauty I used to see and feel when I was younger. I hate this. (I said it again and I meant it.) The things I have to live for are far less than the things that make me wish I was gone, but they have enough momentum in my life to keep me going. My passion for creating compelling images maintains the fire in my heart and mind. God holds me in His hands so I feel safe and belonging. I also have a few people in my life that I love. 

Love is deep, and I wish to drown in it one day. As I sink, I will look up to the surface and see the blurred sun taunting me from high above; but I will not be fazed, for I will drown in love. I will no longer choke on the dry dust above the surface, and instead my lungs will fill with love. It will pour into every part of me, and I will sink and sink to the point where nothing above can reach me.

I will drown in love.

  

Here's to the second year.

I love RIT. I love the people here, I love the random things I find, and I love photographing them.

This young man's voice was beautiful and his expression was so passionate. I wish I could
show this kind of love for what I do on my face.

I have a love-hate relationship with flare (circles of light), and this is an example of times I love it. I'm not sure if this man was just a care-taker for these dogs or if he actually needed them, but the fact that the dogs are the center of interest and the man's face is completely obliterated by flare seems so juxtapositional and significant, and I am very pleased.

Stunning drag queen.

I tried to get the smoke from the grill perpendicular to the jet-line in the sky with the people and sundial for added interest. This photo is proof that I will stop and drop to the pavement anywhere at any time in front of anyone to get a decent shot. This is passion.

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