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Part of my creative practice uses objects that other people hold on to that make them sad or unhappy-and create work based on their experiences. The objects I’m working with right now; camera film, prints, journal pages, are from a deeply challenging, traumatic and life changing time in a person’s life. I’m working on crafting […]
I feel like I’m starting to defrost after so much time with myself during quarantine. It started out with me bursting with energy. I had just come down from such a challenging year. Fast paced-stressful-chaotic. Maybe a stressful decade ending in a global pandemic. You know, the works. A lot of my recent projects recently […]
The project that never ends. And has still not ended. I began lettering in the spring of 2019 on a long roll of tracing paper. When complete, it didn’t feel done. It felt too clean, the words too crisp and the meaning both blunt and out of context. I started to sample and stitch. This […]
“Katrina Craig and Jolee Smith will give a joint presentation on their independent creative practices, which both deal with hybrid text and textile methodologies in relation to trauma. In her studio practice, Katrina repurposes written text as the material for her textiles work, whereas Jolee has been drawing on the techniques of textile practices as […]
Are our personalities just a collection of our routines? Are our personalities ingrained? Do we perform them? We could find little bits and pieces in other people and sew them into ourselves. Maps of transition are reflections on personality, growth, life, lives and changes. Many of the narratives we tell about ourselves are the aspects […]
A welcome slowed down pace. I love when I can find materials in my immediate space. Well, I can always find materials in my immediate space but they look different in the forest than they do in my apartment in the city, don’t they?
I’ve been doing the work that hurts. Cutting my stomach open and looking at my guts, my heart. Who are you? I whisper to myself. It’s becoming clearer and fuzzier at the same time. The more I cut myself open the more I find the rotten parts, meticulously cutting them from the healthy tissue. Where […]
I keep them all. Why? In case I need them in the future. So I have a record. Lettering them forced me to read them as a series. Foreign and familiar patterns reminding me of who I am, and who I am seen as. Or in this case, what I am seen as. I’m seen […]
Returning to my roots, the heartbreak journals. They’ve been in balls and bundles sitting on a shelf, and I’ve been asking myself if I should just throw them out (but never actually doing it). It seems like I’m not done working with these, doesn’t it? Exactly the same reason I started shredding them to start […]
these ink drawings may seem out of place. I thought they were “off brand” (a problem within itself, but not a conversation for right now). I was talking about it to a friend who I went to university with. She has seen my work for nearly a decade and we used to work in the […]
We have routines and rhythms to our lives that are affected by our upbringing, our jobs, our partners and friends, our health. These rhythms can help us to grow and flourish when they’re nourishing. They can also create toxic patterns that we repeat because they’re familiar and comfortable. A cactus has adapted to a sparse, […]
