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Forster Arts Complex, Dennis Gallery: November 11, 2024 - January 24, 2025

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Injected Joy
Archival inkjet prints
2024  

I recently saw a headline reading “‘Woke’ people more likely to be unhappy, anxious and depressed, new study suggests.” Later I saw the same headline made into a bunch of memes that boiled down to “educated people have more informed concerns!” Woke or not, it’s hard to live nowadays and not be affected by the state of society. Sometimes it really feels like it is crumbling: women’s reproductive rights being taken away, trans people’s lives under attack, wanna-be dictators on the ballot, and the list goes on.  

This series of photographs is a response, albeit a tongue in cheek response, to the depression and angst that comes from bearing witness. I like toying with the idea of enforced joy. Sometimes joy does not come naturally. What if it could be medically injected or ingested or just forced inside? I also really love using glitter and sugar in work which, at its core, is about sadness.      


This work was created at the Jentel Artist Residency Program. Jentel is located in a rural setting on a working cattle ranch in the Lower Piney Creek Valley approximately 20 miles southeast of Sheridan, Wyoming. Kristy was among the award recipients focusing on their own creative projects at this working retreat for artists and writers. A panel of arts and literary professionals review samples of art work and manuscripts before making final recommendations for residency awards.  

During the three-week-long residency, Jentel provides communal spaces designated for research, recreation, food preparation, and dining.  Each artist and writer is offered a private comfortably furnished accommodation and a light airy workspace. Each resident receives a stipend to help defray living expenses during the program. 

Here artists and writers experience unfettered time to allow for thoughtful reflection and meditation on the creative process in a setting that preserves the agricultural and historical integrity of the land. The Jentel Artist Residency Program offers a spectacularly beautiful place to peacefully work and achieve personal artistic goals in a remarkable environment. The program residents enjoy interaction with peers and the extended community. For any artist in whatever media, protected time from the day-to-day necessities of living to examine and reflect upon work and the creative process is essential as a catalyst for artistic development. For more information, www.jentelarts.org.

series of framed prints on wall

series of framed prints on wall

tubing with trinkets

tampon with glitter

swabs tipped with glitter

rubber gloved had with glitter on pointer finger

small scoop with glitter

medicine cup rimmed with glitter

spoon of white powder

vomit bag with pipe cleaners bursting out

bandadged arm with glitter

string of beads

hand wrapped in pink bandage

bottle of glitter pills

tray of slides with glittery objects sandwiched

dish of pearls

pill organizer with candy

bedazled hand and wrist brace

syringe of glitter

IV drip of beads or candy

Holding Court
Archival inkjet prints
2020-2021  

I shot the first image of this series on March 14, 2020, just as things were beginning to shut down in Houston. The last photograph was made on March 13, 2021, after completing the 365th image. I used making these images as a way to keep sane during the pandemic and quarantine. During the first many months of the stay at home order, I thrived. This project was a huge part of that. It was important to have a thing to do each day. The process of putting on the make up, the wigs, the outfits (or, in many cases, uncut piece of fabric), shooting, editing and showering was the perfect daily ritual.  

The series is heavily inspired by the art of drag and many individual drag artists. I love drag because, at its heart, it’s about confidence, power, agency and escapism. It is about being unapologetic and taking up space. And it gives one the ability to be someone else. My images explore identity, power, and the creation of characters.  

As I worked on this series, I thought a lot about queer culture and the gay men and trans woman who pioneered this art form and whether it is ok for me to be making this work. I still don't know if the answer is entirely yes, but I hope people view it as the love letter to drag and queerness that I intend it to be.

tight grid of portrait photos on gallery wall

detail of wall grid

detail of wall grid

detail of wall grid

detail of wall grid

detail of wall grid

detail of wall grid

detail of wall grid

woman eating hamburger dressed in burger ingredients

blonde woman in dress with avocado print that matches background wallpaper

woman in blue wearing small crown

woman dressed as girl scout

woman with fierce expression and colorful makeup

Memories
Archival inkjet prints
2023-2024  

In 1996, I was a student at a public high school in the suburbs of Dallas, Texas. All students were required to take a sex education workshop. I sat in the school library and listened to the teacher talk about the evils of sex and how you would definitely get pregnant and/or contract an STD if you did it. To drive the point home, there was a graphic slide show of pictures of actual STD outbreaks and symptoms. I vividly remember the teacher saying that genital warts could get as big as a cauliflower. She probably meant a floret, but in my head, she definitely meant a whole head of cauliflower.  

That memory has stuck with me all this time, but it is not the only one. I find myself returning to snippets of time, mental images, small experiences, and emotions tied to specific objects. This series tries to capture and explicate those strongest snippets of memory that appear unimportant but won't go away.  

Both the objects and backgrounds in these images relate to specific flashes of memory. The titles offer an idea of each memory but, rather than spoiling it for the viewer, I hope they will find themselves examining their own memories.  

collage of loose photos in different sizes pinned to wall

Rummikub tile on wood
When I knew I had underestimated him

red bean
The best time doing nothing much

eye glasses on carpet
When I felt pity

pasta salad in bowl on checkered tablecloth
The thing I feel most guilty about

artichoke
The first time anxiety took over

bottle of orange fanta on pavement
The time I watched an old Italian man slap my friend

Annie jr. libretto on wood floor
The last time I saw my first love

fast food tacos
The first red flag

Kodak film canister
The morning of 9/11

tortilla chip on tile
The first time we had that fight

Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVD
The time we didn't see the sun for seven days in a row

tray of sushi on expanded metal table
Where I found my tribe

swim goggles
When I felt freedom during covid

clasped hands over bricks
The night by the fountain

crumpled blue jeans on carpet
The worst year of elementary school

cigarette on what looks like an office chair seat
The most scandalized I'd ever been as a third grader

land-line telephone on carpet
The time I saw my mom fall to the floor and cry

pill in wrapper on tarmac
The first time I encountered protesters

tape on a spool on shag carpet
The moment I knew she didn't get me

tailoring measuring tape on sparkly gold fabric
The first time an adult made me feel bad about my body in front of other people

cauliflower
The only thing I remember

roller skate on colorful splatterpaint background
The first time someone told me I need therapy

cracker sandwhich, maybe a smor on green fabric background
My grandmother's love language

Ozarka water bottle on rubber mat
When a woman on the metro shamed me

small open padlock, like you might find on a diary
The time I regret snooping

scalpel
The only time I heard my Catholic grandma cuss

shrimp on grill
The first time I saw him as a human

empty bottle of tequila on carpet
The night I shouldn't have forgotten my ID

Thin Mint cookie on the ground
When I unintentionally broke the rules

two teeth
The time I woke up bawling