Myth-Kitty: Very Good Brain/You Are Not Alone

Artist Statement…

I was compelled to create this piece because of my own love affair, and near total state of compulsion towards the use of media.  At one time, it was a means of creating friends, networking, and travelling for me.  In recent times I had found myself glued to Facebook, CNN, music sites, YouTube, and the never-ending onslaught of media time-wasters to the point where it was creating a rift between myself and some friends and loved ones.  When we see things that are beautiful, or funny, or that bring up a feeling of nostalgia, we photograph and record those instances, and we “snap” them, or “Instagram” them.

This poem is about media obsession, and being overwhelmed with the digital era.










My Movie-Movie Maker



Asus Laptop, Samsung Galaxy Phone (voice recorder, camera)


Media Headlines


Voice Generator


Transcript (Compiled from original material, news headlines, and common phrases.)


It’s so wonderful to be alive.

It’s a beautiful day, and life is magic.

We are beautiful.  We can do it.  Whatever we want.

We are magnificent.


We are lovers in the dark,

and we are in the business of everything.

We will make America great again.

We have made America great.



Look into the screen, and see

The face of your best friend…

your worst enemy.

Your mother, and your unborn child.

Hear their thoughts,

See what they will see.

See what they have seen.


We can show you so many things.


And tell you so many things.




Bon Iver has a new album.




Donald Trump won the debate, because Hillary Clinton is a liar




“findings revealed human attention span has fallen from an average of 12 seconds in the year 2000 to just eight seconds today”




Hillary Clinton won the debate because Donald Trump is a liar




a man will not stand for a flag




a man will stand for a flag




You are not alone



Overriding my 9/11 bill was political, Obama says




Trumps America: No Fat Chicks




On The Story


The Enabler Versus the Cheater


“findings revealed human attention span has fallen from an average of 12 seconds in the year 2000 to just eight seconds today”




“Don’t call us weasels”  FBI head says


Q and A for “Kairos: A Life in Pictures”

Kairos: A Life in Pictures Q & A

Q.What story were you telling?

A. I was trying to capture my perception of myself and my life to date in relation to my family, and how that meaning has changed throughout my life in many ways. I wanted to cover the most base and important events of my life to date: from the events which corresponded to create my birth, to my sister’s illness and eventual passing, to my brother’s struggles with addiction, to my time touring the country in musical acts, to my mother’s very sudden death, and all the way up to falling in love, getting engaged, and creating this photo story and album to summarize it the best I could.

Q. What “grammatical” choices did you make? How did those choices work?

A. In the sense of physical writing, I chose to say very few things, and repeated the words in such a way that would create a them. Certain pictures, I chose to do close ups on, showing a sense of despair in the faces that may have been overlooked the first time. I particularly decided to do this with my brother, to depict his fall into addiction and how it affected the passing of his time as well as the time we have shared over the last 15 years or so.

Q. Why did you want to tell this story? What is the meaning?

A. I chose the term “Kairos” for a multitude of reasons. But there are a few things a person must know to understand its meaning, and why the meaning prompted me to tell this story.

First, in ancient Greek, there are two terms for time.  There is “chronos,” and “kairos.”  Chronos is the literal term for the physical passing of time.  If you were trying to figure out when you did something, you’d be trying to figure out the “chronos” of it.  “Kairos,” on the other hand, is the term used for the “quality” of time.  This would be a term used to describe something of significance occurring within a time.

Second, my parents bought a 36-foot sailboat about 10 years ago, partnering with a wealthier older man who paid a majority of the upkeep so long as my father kept the physical upkeep.  This boat has meant the world to him.  He and my mother dreamed often about sailing away on it.  At my mother’s funeral, my father explained all this, and eventually said “but I was wrong.  The boat was never my Kairos.  She was my Kairos.

This led to me thinking of the intense importance she had played in keeping my family together, whole and functional, and further left me thinking of all the wild changes throughout life.  I wanted to portray these things in a way that would clearly communicate a linear story, and make people understand, and prepare themselves for the good, and bad of life.  I wanted to make the viewer realize if they are going through a time of despair, or grieving, that there is a light.


The sun sets.



…but the sun also rises.


Q. What meaning did your viewers find?

A. It seemed as if the viewers understood my intentions very well. I did not got as much feedback on the “punctum” as I did on the “story” of the project, but in both cases, viewers observed the importance of the image, and noted some form of emotional drive behind it.  One viewer also observed that they felt that the music tied together well with the story, which was pleasing to me, as the music was the original basis for this concept.

Q. What surprised you?

A. I was surprised by how obsessed with this project I became throughout the week. I was disappointed in myself for not having thought up the concept prior to having this class.   It was very therapeutic to go through the 10 large cardboard boxes full of photos that I had to search through in order to make this.  Especially doing so this past Saturday; the 3 year anniversary of my mother’s death.  I shared it with many friends already who were touched, and I know that it made my week far more bearable.

Q. What would you add/change to do it differently?

A. I would have liked to have gotten a photograph of myself compiling the photographs. Otherwise, there is a song that I also wrote on Saturday. I wished that I had uploaded the song and left it to play on repeat as my musical accompaniment to the piece.  This line particularly resides in the words: “Another day older now, and closer to, and farther from another first, or last.”

Kairos: Life in Pictures

Kairos: An autobiography in less than 100 words.

Music Accompaniment: Laika, The Astro-Hound – “Kairos”








                                 … and for a time, everything was perfect…


…Then came a day…


Everything changed.



This is the last photo of all of us. Still fresh in my mind…



The sun sets


                                                                     Part 2




…but the sun also rises.




Part 3




This is the last photo of all of us. Still fresh in my mind.


This is the last photo of all of us. Still fresh in my mind.



The keeper of my dreams, she’d been for long as I remember.

..and the sun sets.


Part 4

…but the sun also rises.


The sun also rises.







Sean Jackson is the 3rd child of Catherine Lynn Jackson, and the 1st biological child of Thomas Edwin Jackson.  He has seen 42 states on tour, seen two of his five nuclear family members die, another struggle heavily with addiction, and still managed to keep himself positive.

Week 3:Fed up


Caught in traffic, sipping my coffee, and the CD ends.  Time to change discs.

3This would be more irritating without music.  There’s an irony to listening to “It’s a Wonderful Life” at inopportune moments.


It can be so irritating, being caught up in traffic.  That boiling point hits, and you do something you may deem as irrational. Later you may feel bad, no matter how insignificant it feels.



Leave the car right where it is, right in the middle of traffic.  “Screw it!” You think, life’s too short. Mark Linois died early, your mother died early, who knows how long you have?6


Sometimes there is a type of solace in giving up.  Life’s too short to stress.7

A few of my favorite things


“The Tetons and the Snake River”-  Ansel Adams

This photograph’s symmetry is very striking to the viewer.  It truly captures the scope, and beauty of this natural phenomena better than any photograph of the Tetons that I have encountered.


Le Violon d’Ingres – Man Ray

Another classic photograph.  Ray photographed this woman nude, then later superimposed the  “f-holes” into her back.  This suggests some form of objectification, taken to its most literal term.  This photograph truly tells a story.


“Kairos” – Sean T. Jackson

I took this photograph, and just wanted to share it.  “Kairos” is the name of a boat owned by my father.  He and my mother (when she was living) named it as such in a reference to the concept of the quality of time, which is a literal translation of the work kairos.

To me, sailing has never been a quality experience, or one that I prefer.  In fact, to me it has always either left me bored, or sick pending on the duration of the trip.

However, the woods, friendship, and exploration have always been my definition of “kairos.”  This picture shows all three, and furthermore, I felt it communicated something about death; the literal image of someone “walking into the light”

This photo is also the front cover of my album, also titled “Kairos,” which will be released one week from the date this blog post is written. (September 26th 2016)


Astray from the Path

My weekly blog post for this week is a digital story directed/created by Brandon Kieta, with a script that I wrote, and acting by Brandon, myself, and Kelsey DeFelice.  It is a re-imagining of the story of Little Red Riding Hood, but with the difficulties of modern teenage life being the true enemy.

You can find it here


Red Reithaube – Kelsey DeFelice

Counselor Forrest Hunt – Sean T. Jackson

Johnny Wolfe – Brandon Kieta


written by Sean T. Jackson, based on the events of “Little Red Riding Hood”

film directed and created by Brandon Kieta


Astray from the Path

A short script by Sean T. Jackson, for Prof. Marrissa Landrigan’s “Digital Storytelling” class



Stephen Hunt- Guidance Counselor

Red Reithaube- a student at James Woodsman High School

Johnny Wolfe – a rebellious 20 year old high school dropout from James Woodsman High School


Opening scene: Guidance counselor’s office: the Richard


Door opens: Red Reithaube, a student at James Woodsman High School, a book and a notebook with her.


Guidance counselor: Good morning Red!


Red: (*annoyed*) Hello…


Guidance counselor: Please have a set!


*Red sits down*


How’s everything going?


Red: Well… I’m here… (*rolls eyes*)


Guidance counselor: (*somewhat uncomfortably*) …Red, I’ve called you hear today to discuss the problematic nature of your behavior as of lately.  Just wanted to voice my explicit concern for you after recent events.

(*becomes less uncomfortable, speaks in a slightly stricter tone, pulls out a few sheets of paper and starts ruffling through them while talking.*)


I’ve looked at your records from your last school, and your grades, as well as standardized test scores were exceptional.  it seems as though you’ve been falling behind since the transition.    I know that you’ve been having some issues lately.  I know that your grandmother has been sick and that you haven’t been adjusting well to your new school.  Change isn’t easy for any of us.  How are things at home?


Red: Better than they are here.  It’s just my mom and I, and yes, we’re both worried about my grandma, but she’s happy at least.  She’s always been good at keeping upbeat when things get crappy.  I’m actually supposed to visit her at the nursing home after school today.  She’s the main reason we moved back here.


Guidance counselor: Well that’s good to hear.  So I’m going to cut to the chase, Red.  I spoke with your mother recently, and she informed me that a young man has been coming around often.  An ex-student here, from what I understand.  Sam Wolfe, is that correct?


Red:  (*irritated*) I can’t believe you and my mom are conspiring to keep me from being happy.  What I do on my own time is my own business!


Guidance counselor: (*somewhat cautiously at first, then more accusingly*)  Well, that’s true enough Red, what you do on your own time is indeed your own business.  But, well… you’ve been missing a lot of school lately.  After speaking with your mother, we both became quite curious as to who has been writing the excuses for your last four absences.  Because your mother assured me that two days ago, she did NOT write an excuse for you.


Red: (*panicked*) Yes she did! My mom’s just been under a lot of stress lately.  She forgets things constantly!


Guidance counselor: Ms. Reithaube, please do not lie to me.  I’m here to be your friend, and I just want to know what’s going on.  It seems like you’re straying from the path lately, Red.


Red: (*begins sobbing*): I’m sorry! I lied to you, I’ve been skipping, but only once every week or two.  I’m still doing my work, and I still have passing grades.  It’s not like I’m just going to flunk out! But Johnny needs me! He’s been having so much trouble lately, Mr. Hunt. And I need him! My grandma could die any day, and it’s so hard to deal with.  He understands; he’s felt real pain before, and I know she’s just my grandma, but other than my mom, she’s all the family I’ve got.


Guidance counselor: (*a combination of concerned and stern*)  Red, it wasn’t so long ago that Johnny was in the seat you are, and we were having similar conversations.  I don’t want to see you go the same way that he did.  Johnny was a star athlete, and an excellent student until he was eventually caught selling narcotics out of his locker.  Even after he dropped out, I tried to stay in touch with Johnny’s family.  I know that he’s had a few stints in rehab, and I also know that he’s currently off the wagon, and wanted for robbing a local grocer.


Red: (*still distressed, still sobbing*) Johnny just needs someone with a good heart to help him get his head straight.  He’s a good man! Besides, what good will jail do?  It just creates worse criminals.


Guidance counselor: I don’t necessarily disagree with you Red, but this is not about a philosophical question; this is about all of your questionable behavior lately.  I’m afraid that you’re going to have to start coming in here to have a “check in” with me at least twice a week.  We can talk about anything you want, but if you aren’t in school, I’m going to have to confer with your mother to make sure that you are where you say you are.  I’m sorry Red, but we don’t have a choice.


Red: (*annoyed*) fine! Just please leave Johnny alone.  He’s a good man, just misunderstood.


Guidance counselor: I’ll take you at your word Red.  Here, take this (pulling a tissue from his desk, counselor Hunt hands it to Red.  He then looks at his phone to check time)

Classes are over, but you said you were walking to the nursing home, so it shouldn’t be a problem.  Sorry to hold you up, but I’m glad we had this talk.  Go ahead and get your books, and please say hello to your grandmother for me.  I do hope that things improve for her.  Also, I believe in you, and I want to see you do better.  After all, today is the first day of the rest of your life!


Red: (*wipes tears away with tissue*) Thank you, Mr. Hunt.  I’ll try to keep that in mind.  I’ll tell grandma you say hello, and I won’t miss any more school.


Red gets up out of her seat, takes her books, and exits the room.



Scene two


(Red walks out of the school.  A young man wearing sunglasses, and looking somewhat rebellious comes up to her.  He goes to kiss her, but she turns her head.)

Red: Not here Jonny.  We’ve gotta go.


Sam Wolfe: What took you so long?


Red: Mr. Hunt wouldn’t leave me alone.  Just the usual waste of time.  Come on, lets go.


Sam gets in the driver side of his car.  Red gets in the passenger side.  They drive off.





In one sense or another, we are all wolves. Your father was a wolf when he walked in the house, all wild eyed and furious; screaming obscenities that you had never heard before. Preying on the weakness of your mother.  Your mother was a wolf as well.  She knew that he was a strong family man, and would never leave a pack he entered it.  She had met other wolves before; crueler ones. Giving into every desire within reason, as was the way of the wolves.  Your mother was a wolf when she drew him into her den, and licked his wounds.  Her cunning was apparent when she let the pill fall from her mouth; or rather the lie, as she had not been taking them all along.

Your brother was a wolf when he wrote those checks, forging your father’s name. He was desperate and lashing out; wounded and desperate, and acting only upon instinct.

This is nothing new! Nothing you should be unfamiliar with. Especially after the way your innocence was lost.  The wolf in the park that you never saw coming.  What he did not know was that you were no mere cub. Your father was the biggest and baddest wolf there was.  He taught you to fight, to gnaw, to bite, and to maim when necessary.  The knife you carried in your coat still plunged inside his kidney as you made your way to grandmother’s.  Because you needed no Huntsman. You needed no hero in this brave new world because we are all equal, and we are all wolves.

This is a new world, and we are all wolves.