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They are holes in my shoes and they once were ribbons.
Haunted House: The Transcript
Haunted House I revisited the house my father haunts, Empty and hot- heavy with loss— Filled with old air and hollowness. My hand held a light over my head While the other ran across cold concrete And the walls of the robbed rooms, Where furniture once was. I pressed my lips-sucked the flesh within my... Continue Reading →
I Forgot My Name (2015)
I Forgot my Name (2015) is a mixed media work composed of a mixture of sentimental items including clothing tags, receipts, event tickets, important dates and old poetry. The work explores the ways in which tangible items are used to compensate for memory. The work is a self-portrait without formal characteristics: It recalls fragmentation and... Continue Reading →
My apartment is my cafe, my spa, my studio, my therapist and my inspiration.
What does your home mean to you?
Not Enough Red (2015) & My Work As a Painter
I took a class in abstract painting a semester ago and my professor didn't really like my work. He told me my brushwork was too uptight and far too controlled. I didn't like him too much, but there was one thing he was very adamant about: I must keep painting. I had quite the busy... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 