I am for an art that will say I existed, that I was here. I am for an art that upsets and excites and makes you squirm a little from both. I am for an art that forgives the girls who broke my heart. I am for an art that ...
I started photographing on 52nd Street in early 2010. I came to Bryn Mawr and Haverford from a low-income family and a diverse upbringing, and while I found the suburban community uncomfortable, I was drawn to the lively ...
Art is like a person—organic, complex, and emotional. Art’s differences cannot be defined by intellectual labels that only loosely describe what a viewer sees or feels in a piece of art. Only the artist has a full understanding ...
I recognize a certain irony in illustration as an art form because its existence and inspiration are predicated on the written word. Though I believe art points to beauty and must stand on its own, my work strives to analyze ...
The myth of the island Patmos of Greece (originally “Letois”, after Artemis, the daughter of Leto) is used as a metaphor in Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz’s Primero Sueño. According to the myth, Selene (the moon goddess), in ...
A conversation with a friend, which likened human yearning to moths drawn to light, inspired my curiosity. I learned moths use the moon to navigate flightlines; a closer light may prompt them to over correct, clustering ...
“Wanna play carpenter? First we’ll get hammered and then I’ll nail you!” The first time I ever lied to somebody and told them I wanted to be an architect, I had just been caught skateboarding in a construction site. I had ...