I’m Katy. 25 years of age. Hostile. Walking disaster. Born and bred in Canadia. Drinks well with others.
After a three year sting in the Amazon, rehabilitating mute Macaws, I decided to return to my roots; the arts. I tried my hand at writing post colonial nihilist poetry, and singing at a local coffee shop, but I realized that my true passion was in the visual arts, creating something that my mind perceives and my hands can create.
This blog may be offensive for those with sensitive eyes, ears and noses.
