Sad Sack Olympian

I'm Kasia Kowalczyk. If being a Sad Sack was a sport, I'd be an Olympian. When I'm not busy being sad, I make films. Sometimes I'm a monster...

Project 365 
Day 28610-14-2014
Day 5.
Clear blue skies today. Somewhere between New Orleans and Atlanta I seem to have landed on the the moon…where I proceeded to pee.
Project 365 
Day 28510-13-2014
Day 4.
Austin to New Orleans. Tornadoes chasing me. Fierce storms ahead of me. On the highway, cars with red eyes looked like fiery dragons spewing up streams of thick mist…creating a wall. Such a slow slog. I arrived on Betsy’s doorstep like a drenched little orphan.
Project 365 
Day 28510-12-2014
Day 3.
Drove along the border through abandoned little towns…worrying about running out of gas. My throat burned and I lost my voice. But I was on my way to see my favorite dirty, little ghost…after almost a year of no face time…so all was well under the bright, blue Texas sky.
nevver:

Arthur Rimbaud

Sad Sack Truths

nevver:

Arthur Rimbaud

Sad Sack Truths

Project 365 
Day 28410-11-2014
Day 2.
4 hours into sleep when food poisoning hit. Hit my lip on the toilet at some point when I passed out. Hallucinated that friends were there, comforting me. It’s strange the people that appear in my subconscious. 
The trip was delayed but I decided not to turn back. Zoomed through to Texas long after darkness fell.
Project 365 
Day 28310-10-2014
Day 1.
I sped across the parched landscape of California. Unable to enjoy the blueness of the sky. Unsure of whether I had couches to sleep on along the way.
Project 365 
Day 28210-9-2014
Buying provisions for my cross-country trip and I threw in a couple of limbs for good measure. Two people on the street were startled by my groceries…but did nothing.
Project 365 
Day 28110-8-2014
Today marked the beginning of some new tests…to help confirm whether or not I have a rare genetic syndrome. Not only am I doing this for myself but also to see if my parents have it. Meanwhile, on the other side of the country, my father suffered a stroke. I found out after I had just settled down to some wine with friends. I sped across town, wet faced, wondering if I had done these tests last year (when a family friend suggested it) would it have helped my dad? No matter how many tests I do, or whatever preventative measures I take…it seems like I am destined for a sad sack life.
Project 365 
Day 28010-7-2014
Making preparations for the end of October and pulling old theater costumes out of storage. I found myself wandering about the apartment in old dresses. I am clearly turning into Miss Havisham.
Project 365 
Day 27910-6-2014
A week since I have been off the drugs. 
A milestone that took forever to get here. 
Project 365 
Day 27810-5-2014
LAX. Just a few minutes before midnight. I stand with a handful of people. We are all alike. Waiting (some with flowers) for someone to fall into their arms again.
There is nothing quite as sweet as an airport full of Hellos.
Project 365 
Day 27710-4-2014
Something strange is afoot.
The first day in many months that I had all to myself. Never left the house. Decided to shift everything in the bedroom and thus shift the way I wake up every morning. Fingers crossed.