Photography by Kathryn

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Figure as Canvas/Face.

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Figure as Canvas/Ribs.

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Figure as Canvas/Arm.

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Figure as Canvas/Leg Pt. 1

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Figure as Canvas/Leg Pt. 2

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Figure as Canvas/Stomach.

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Figure as Canvas/Tears.

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Figure as Canvas// Spine.

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Figure as Canvas/ Hands.

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Coffee Shop, shot on 35mm film by Kathryn Burress

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Coffee Shop, shot on 35mm film by Kathryn Burress

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Coffee Shop, shot on 35mm film by Kathryn Burress

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“Pride. One of the seven deadly sins. The excessive obsession with one’s self and their abilities. Vanity. Hubris. The original deadly sin. The Devil appealed to Eve’s pride, made her believe she could be above God. Pride is the downfall of the human existence.

Though in indulging in their own pride, humans are putting themselves above others, they are also constantly seeking to be comparatively superior to others. Humans take pride in being the best in the room; having the longest hair, the thinnest body, the highest grades, the prettiest face. Pride is a constant competition. Pride masks insecurity. Pride is an attempt to be the best, but in the eyes of whom?

To succumb to pride is to surrender all control of one’s own life. Your actions are no longer your own; they belong to your pride. The line between what you want and what will make you superior is blurred and blurred until it is destroyed beyond recognition. Your pride will manifest into its own entity. Pride will grab your face and coat your lashes with black tar until they nearly touch your eyebrows, cover your lips in red for the sake of being seductive.

Pride will make you walk by the homeless man on the street. “He is beneath you”, Pride will whisper in your ear. You finally did it. You look in the mirror and you have the prettiest face, the thinnest body, and your hair touches your hips. But you do not have a kind heart. There is no happiness in Pride.”

Seven Deadly Sins, by Kathryn Burress.

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“Greed. Excessive pursuit of material possessions. Greed is ignorance. Self-righteous. Greed is the inability to recognize our transience on Earth. Greed is the inability to view the needs of others as equal even to our own wants.

Greed is a game. We print numbers on a piece of paper and suddenly they have value. The goal of the game is to have. You either want to have as many of the pieces of paper as possible, or to get as much as you can in exchange for the pieces of paper. But the game is forever. You buy into it or you die. Your time is given a value. $7.25 an hour, more, if you have more to give.

The game tricks you. You think you’re buying a five dollar cup of decent coffee. The coffee is shit. You paid five dollars to carry around a logo on a cardboard cup for the day, to let everyone know that you are playing the game so well that you can throw around your pieces of paper freely. You think you’re saving time. You’re not. Coffee takes five minutes to brew. How long is the drive? How long are you waiting in line during the morning rush? You want everyone to see you in line. To know that you are winning.

Stop the game. Stop it before they put a price on laughter. Stop it before they say “it will be twenty-two dollars and thirty three cent to fall in love, ma’am.” Share. Not because you want something in return. Just share for the sake of being kind. Burn the pieces of paper. Throw your love around freely instead. Money shouldn’t be everything.

But it is.”

The Seven Deadly Sins, by Kathryn Burress.

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“Gluttony. A sin that does not feel like a sin on the surface. Often associated with food. The consumption of anything in excess. Consumption until there is nothing left. A waste. They say that information feeds the mind.

They sit you in a chair. They tell you “this is good for you.” They tell you to listen, listen, listen. At first, you are eager. You are young. There is much to learn about the world. You ask questions. At the end of the day, you get out of the chair. They give you more to learn, they ask you to do more. You are happy to oblige. You return the next day.

They sit you in a chair. They speak, and you listen At least for a while. It becomes too much. You try to get out of the chair. They tie your hands behind your back and open your mouth and jam more information down your throat. You can’t even reach your pencil. You can’t even ask questions.

Day in and day out. You stare at the wall. Numbers and letters. You remember how you wanted this. If only you could go back to that. They cram, cram, cram. Your mind, forced to consume. How long has it been? Was there really a life before this chair, or did you just imagine it? They untie your hands. They tell you to get up. It is too late.

There is nothing left. A waste.”

The Seven Deadly Sins, by Kathryn Burress.

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Emma’s Senior Pictures by Kathryn Burress

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Emma’s Senior Pictures by Kathryn Burress