I’m selling prints only for another 6 days! therealkatiewest.bigcartel.com
If you haven’t already…
If you think seeing a naked woman
is a disappointment
because what you had imagined was so much
better than what was there, may I suggest looking at it in a new way.
Maybe instead of pondering
the tentacles and mouths beneath
you could ponder the bright things
that lurk beneath her skin. You can look
at her glistening pussy lips and wonder,
must run through her body to create
that overflow of wetness. You can look at her breasts,
dark and sensitive and soft, feeling
in your hands like the greatest of treasures, and come
up with multiple theories as to what lies
beneath them that could possibly make them mould
to your touch and respond so enthusiastically
to your tongue.
Her body is so much more
miraculous and dream-worthy and mysterious
when naked than when she wears clothes.
The mystery has never been what might be
found under her clothes; that is just something of hers
because she thinks you to be clever. The mystery
is in imagining what writhes under her skin that makes her body move the way it does;
what worlds are inside her that create a gravitational pull so unyielding;
what makes her body a fertile ground, enough to grow the tenderness
of her gaze, the audacity of her courage, and the ferocity of her tongue.
The mystery has always been
how you plan on maintaining your cleverness
for just long enough
to convince her to let you stay
with her, there,
and naked, too, beside her.
(This is a response to a (much better) poem by Neil Gaiman about nudity. The poem is a collaboration with artist Olivia De Berardinis and you can buy a poster of it here. The art is beautiful, and so is the poem, especially if you read it out loud, which I suggest you do. It’s just that, I have never in my life been disappointed when a woman has taken off her clothes for me. I could never be disappointed by nakedness because I know the basics of what to expect, but I will never know what’s underneath the nakedness that makes the person suddenly more mysterious, more miraculous, more dream-worthy, more interesting, more perfect as soon as they’re standing naked in front of me.)
Today is the last day of my print sale. I made a video to remind you. It’s not that good.
BECAUSE IT’S AWESOME.
she is just the best. i did not buy a print because i am broke. one day i hope to be able to. one day i hope to have several prints of hers up in my house. i hope that people will see them hanging there on my walls and they’ll think thoughts about things. maybe we’ll start a conversation. maybe katie will be there visiting and i can say, “oh, yes, here she is, the artist herself. couldn’t you tell how wonderful she is just from the print? but now you have her here in person to ask all the questions you always wanted to ask and to eat ice cream with and to hear her tell stories that are maybe fiction or maybe mostly truth but really aren’t very volcan at all, more just beautifully human.” yes. that’s i think what i love most about katie west. how beautifully human she is. genuinely. truly. honest. human. it’s beautiful. she’s beautiful. <3
If you’ve followed me for a while you’ll notice that I never sell prints. In fact, the last time I sold prints was about…2 or 3 years ago. There is good reason for this. I am really horrible at sending prints out. Like, embarrassingly so. But I’ve fixed this problem by getting someone else to do all the work for me! Yay!
So I will be selling prints from July 1-July 20. And that’s it. 20 days only. All prints will be signed. They will be 10x15 giclee prints and they will be $50 US. If you’re outside the US, you’ll have to pay a little extra for shipping.
I have devised a plan to send these prints to you cheap. We’ll be sending the prints from Detroit all at the same time and I’m going to use the USPS’s wonderful media rate! Wait, I know what you’re thinking. Katie, the media rate doesn’t include prints! I know, but it does include “Books of at least eight printed pages, consisting wholly of reading matter.” So yeah, with your print, you’ll also be getting an 8-page zine, of reading matter written by me. And I’ll just say that you got the print with the purchase of the book. Even though it’s really the opposite. I guess it doesn’t really matter which way it is. I’m not entirely sure if this is gonna fly, so we’re going to Detroit at the end of June to do a test run.
I will let you know which photos will be available as prints soon. If you have any requests, let me know in my ask box.
I’m giving you advance notice so you’ll be ready. July 1-July 20. I probably won’t sell prints again for another 2 or 3 years, so this is a good opportunity to get one!
katie west is selling prints!!!!!
I had been reading on LeVar’s twitter that he was seeing Sir Patrick perform and I was hoping so hard there would be a picture and then, I get this. And I clicked on it and held my breath for like, ever, and then I exploded. And then I melted into a pool of hot goo that really wanted to crawl all over Patrick Stewart’s face and penis.
Damn. And that’s some fine facial hair.
(Edit: Sometimes I think about what would happen if I ever met Patrick Stewart and what if he knew about the disgusting ways I have objectified him in the past and would he want to make out with me still?)
“While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.”
“What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.”
“I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.”
“It’s hard to remember that this day will never come again. That the time is now and the place is here and that there are no second chances at a single moment.”
Sometimes I try to make something and it doesn’t work. So then I just put all the extra stuff together one day when I’m bored and end up with something like this. Oh well.
Music: Red Light Means Go - Massive Attack
this is so…wow.
this is so wow. <3