Kayla Ramsey Oct 25, 2010 22:52:11 GMT -5
Post by Kayla Ramsey on Oct 25, 2010 22:52:11 GMT -5
Dark brown, died dark red.
Kayla’s parents come from Scotland but moved when she was young.
In a Bed and Breakfast she runs by herself for a bit of extra cash. She has a studio and kiln in it for her artwork.
A cat Penne. She will get a horse later on.
Kayla is usually easy going but inherited the infamous Scottish temper from her parents. When she gets mad you’d better watch out. Kayla likes animals, art, Asian food, cooking/baking, painting, making ceramics, nature, alternative and metal music, photography, herbal tea, swimming, and talking walks in nature. She isn’t afraid to get dirty. Kayla dislikes overly spicy food, immature guys, conforming, being too girly, and being told she can’t do something.
From a young age Kayla loved producing art. She would spend hours using finger-paint and would produce what she considered masterpieces. Kayla started selling her art when she was ten years old to her family friends and neighbors. Soon her artwork started to really sell and she was already a bit famous by the time she graduated from high school in Toronto. Although her parents where opposed to her having a career in arts, Kayla pursued her dream of being an artists. After completing her Bachelor’s Degree in Fine Arts at Queen’s University Kayla decided that she did not want to continue onto a Masters Degree and moved to New York City, also against her parent’s wishes. While in New York Kayla met Lou and a friendship sparked though it is merely a coincidence that moved to Hudson because she did not know where Lou had moved off to. No one in Hudson is quite sure why Kayla has moved as she keeps the reason to herself.
There was a slight chill in the air so I drew my jacket closer to me. I knew I should have worn a warmer jacket but when did I ever listen to my inner voice? The beauty of the landscape was suddenly broken by the sound of my ringtone, “You should have known, The price of evil, And it hurts to know that you belong here...” I picked up my phone and answered it without checking my caller ID.
“Hey, Kayla speaking.”
“Hey Kayla. I was just wondering when you would be coming home. We miss you.” it was my mother, not always the best person to talk to in the early morning. Then again she was still in Toronto and it was three hours later for her.
“I know mom. But I can’t come home anytime soon. You know that. How about you come and visit me instead? You’d love it up here, the scenery is fantastic.”
“But honey you know how you’re dad and I don’t like to travel. Besides you could meet a nice boy in Toronto, get a real job, marry, have kids.”
“Mom, right now isn’t the time to talk about that. I told you, I have a real job, its called being an artist. And I really, really, really, do not want to think about settling down yet. Look I have to go. I’ll talk to you tonight. Love you, bye.” I practically hung up the phone on my mom. She was great but sometimes she just needed to let me do my own thing. I continued to wander around until I reached the Heartland Ranch. Some days I would just pick a direction and walk for hours on end, following to road to see where it would lead me.
I saw the stablehand, Ty I think his name is, working.
“Hey!” I called out but didn’t get an immediate reply. Maybe it was the lip ring. A lot of people judged me because of it.
When I get the time to draw her, I’ll post it.