Motorcycle Helmet.

Here is the helmet that I promised to show you guys like a week ago... d:
It took a grand total of three and a half hours to do.

Visual Journal.

This is my 'Visual Journal'.

 It is simply, whatever you want it to be. Mine is the gateway into my world, get your hands on it and you will observe all of the darker things in my life that I hide away from the outside world. Things are in this journal that I would never show anyone except my own eyes. I keep it hidden in my room. I take it with me when I leave the house for a few days... It's become my artistic diary, if you will.
 Regardless, it's not something that you'll see me posting about. It's my heart, my soul, my tears, transformed into a book. One small, brown book.

Sundropping. (It's a verb.)

My friend and I, just being our self's.

Learn the meaning of "Sundropping."

Welcome Home.

  The stale sweat on my hair line has dust in it from the intense winds. This entire summer has been nothing but sweat and tears, waiting for something pure, clean, and a welcoming degree of cold. My skin, oily, my hair, filled with dirt, my heart sinking down into my chest, knowing that it won’t ever happen anytime soon. Why am I still thinking that this thing, this “rain” that has become an unfamiliar friend, would come back to me? So many days, I look out my window and saw no children running around, playing games, just simply because the heat was too much for their little bodies. Public pools have been over flowing with kids, but nothing can cool you down and wash away your pain like this water from heaven. Alas, after the horrible drought, the clouds slowly roll in to cover the once, cloudless sky. The thunder sends a smile on my face, a warning of what’s to come. Watching out my window, seconds tick by, and then, one single, solitary drop trickled down my window seal. Instantly, I flew out the door, letting my skin feel the clean water drop off my fingertips. I throw my head back, and like a child, I still my tongue out, letting the water moisten my once dry mouth. My hair I being cleansed and everything is washing away. A tear slides my face, a tear of joy. The birds are singing and flying in the beautiful downpour. Looking down the street, I watch people react to the new feature to our crusty desert. Welcome home, my good friend.
Katie Perner
6.21.11. <3

Tomorrow, The Next Week, and Last Week.

This past week, I've been at my dads house. We had a good time, as usual, I took a butt load of pictures of all the crazy thing that I saw day to day. As far as Amy (the step mother) goes, she was really distant this whole past week. It was weird... I don't know. I never know with her. I can't make up my mind to like her not. I want to like her, she is my step mom, but sometimes, that lady just sends me over the edge. It takes a lot to not explode.
On a lighter note, this coming up week I get to be the mom pretty much. My step dad (Ray, who I refer to as dad, as well) is flying out to Kansas city Monday morning (tomorrow), and my mom works till 5:30, but doesn't usually get home till around 6. So it'll just be me and my bro (if you have any suggestions on what we should do, please, leave them in the comments) luckily, I'm getting payed extra this week because I do have to watch him for such a longer time period!
Tomorrow... I get to see Ryan <3 . I'm going over to his house and we're going to watch a couple of movies and whatever else, I'm excited that I finally get to see him after such a long time period.... He's probably more excited than I am, but that's the way he is.

Well, I guess that's about all for now guys! DON'T FORGET THOSE SUGGESTIONS.
Also, I got this Visual Journal thing, it's pretty awesome. I am planning on keeping kind of private though... I'll tell you more about that later. While I was in Austin, I found this REALLY neat paper, it's called "Sun-Art" I'm going to try it, post a picture, and tell you more later.
OH! I painted a motorcycle helmet! IT'S AWESOME. (Again, I'll post and write about it later.)

Later Guys!

Amazing Grace.

...I once was lost, but now I'm found...
 I was a lost soul, who didn't know the difference between what love actually was, and what I thought love meant. You were a friend to me, you never wanted anything from me, except to know me. So you began to break down my walls, and open my doors. You showed me life, happiness, and friendship. Who are you to just waltz into my life, thinking that you could just break me down into a little pile of dust? You know me, every freckle, every hair, every heartbeat. You have me in your hands, your warm, gentle hands.
 I'm a pile of dust, you let me go, free to blow away, dance in the winds, feel the worlds spins, see the world from a new perspective. You knew that I'd come back to you... After all my wonderful journeys, you sculpted me into who I am right this very moment, I am yours.
... I am found... Amazing Grace... How sweet the sound...
 Now everything is so clear, so vast, so beautiful. You just smile and look at me, with nothing to ask for in return.
 Beautiful people were put on this Earth for a reason, I believe now in what people are capable of doing. You tell me that I have saved you from yourself... I believe we've saved each other, together.

...That saved a wretch like me.

-Katie Perner-
6.13.11 <3

Little Brother.

 So free and life is so vast with his whimsical imagination. When I come home from a visit with my father, he was always there with a smile and he would wrap his little arms around me. Instantly I'd smile and kiss the top of his cold, bald head. He knew how to take it all away for a brief moment. Sometimes I wonder if he knows when I need to laugh. Even when he sees me cry, he says childish things to make me laugh, he'd sit beside me and stay there until it all stopped. He didn't know that his cancer was tearing his body down.He kept that smile on his face. He wouldn't let the doctors tell him not to play around. He was just another kid to them. He was just my parents son, but to me, he was so much more.
 I'll miss you, little brother.

Katie Perner
-5.12.11-

Ryan.

Yes, I am going to blog about my boyfriend.... here I go.
 So the last time that I saw him was in May, I miss him so much... We have both been busy, and our schedules have just clashed. He's been in Hawaii, I've been at the ranch, and when he gets back, I'm leaving again. Granted, I will have one day to spend with him. But I really don't want to go to my dads house.... whatever... I could go on and on... but, it doesn't matter.
Nobody will get passed the first sentence.

This was totally pointless...

I need some friends.

Not The Best...

I'm thinking that I'm going to try pastels soon. I have done it in the past, But just like everything else, it's been a long, long time... Hope whatever I create turns out okay... d:

Painting.

Even If It Kills Me.

Have I lost it? Has the feeling really left me? All this time it's been right at my fingertips, but lately, nothing has been as exciting. The Earth has become an eerie shade of gray. I wish that I could pick up that dusty paint brush, and give back the colors that used to be so vivid. The sun is no longer that blinding shade yellow, instead, I stare at the way that is doesn't warm my pale skin anymore. It's as if Mother Earth has a cold, and I am the only one who is being effected the way that she has been affected. I wish that there was something I could do to bring all that I once had. My talent has left me, and here I am, being told that I'm talented... I wish that I could show them my latest piece, but rather, I have to show them something that was done so long ago. Time is a beautiful thing isn't it? The way that it effected us. The way it ages us, the way it has faded away my creativity. It has become too often that I pick up the pen, and stare at the page, trying to find any type of existence of what I once had inside of me, but alas, I set it back down, and walk away. The same thing applies to my art, It's so dull, lifeless, expressionless.
What has happened to me?
I stare at my hands, and watch them wither away, then disappear into the wind. I will find my way back to the way that things used to be, even if it kills me. I will become what people think that I am, I have to show them, prove to them, that I can do this.
Don't let this fade like the Earth has over the years, Let it come back to life, let it soak into my skin, and let me do this. I can't let this go, it will destroy me.
Even if it kills me.... I'm going to get it back... Even it it kills me.

SAFETY DANCE.

God-Given Talent to Sew.

I, Kt Perner, Have NEVER even touched a sewing machine, in my life. While I have failed to recognize how much work is put into sewing, I took on the challenge to make something, So I made an apron...
As I was practicing how to sew, I realized that I was already a total pro at this. So I moved on, to the final product... As I was playing my iPod, and sewing like a beast,

I came across an issue... When will ever use this apron? I mean, I cook and stuff, but usually I only do so at the ranch, so... *insert le evil grin*

I'll just have to cook more often...

Anyways... After three days of constant sewing like a champ, I finished. Sewing that final stitch was exhilarating, let me tell you. It's like being one step away from crossing that white ribbon of a 5k race!
When I finished up that monster, I did a dance and held it in the air like it was trophy.
My first reaction:


Which then grew into:

Nod my head in satisfaction:

Pose for the camerasss!!!:

Add that all together and you get this!!!:

Beauty.

Beauty is everything she’s longed for. He was a boy in love with a girl who wouldn’t give him a chance. She was girl who just wanted this strong friendship to stay that way, fearing that he would become just like all the others. Slowly, after late night phone calls of her crying and him just listening, they became a couple.

Beauty shines through the trees, spilling onto the dirt path. It’s as if the sun is reaching through and touching my face as I pass through the wooded area. I walk along in my summer dress with a melody playing around in my head. The sweet smell of his cologne is near and is making the tips of my lips curl up into a smile. When I open my eyes to find his looking at mine, I stop and his warm hand comes up to my face. Nothing else can break the calming silence right now, because nothing else is heard except for the rustling of trees and the sounds of lover’s heart beats.

Beauty is a word he uses to describe me. Although I deny it, he will never give up on it. He pulls me into his body and enfolds his arms around me. I let myself go, and he is the only one who has looked past everything and has seen a girl who has the potential to love, but whose heart is shattered and wounded. He saw me and he showed me very slowly and tenderly what a twisted world can quickly become a beautiful one with love.

 “Beauty should not be a size 00 model… beauty should be what makes you happy. It should that thing that keeps you in awe; it should be whatever you want it to be…” She says to him quietly, and with a kiss to her forehead, he reply’s “Then you are my definition of Beauty.”

Katie Perner

5.22.11 

Record Player.

I have had a passion for photo editing for a while now, and since I am at the ranch, there is a lot to take in and take a picture of. Although I could photo edit all day long, I'd like to share with you a picture that I've edited just a few moments ago.
Now, I absoultly LOVE old record players, in fact when I get a house of my own, I'm going to purchase one and gather up old records. They are the beginning of portable music, and they are still a big thing today.
Alas, here is my recent photo... Enjoy!