What good does water do   for a fire that burns without flames? Saturday night found her sitting on the floor, next to a box of letters. "Do you miss me?" it asked. She didn't answer. "Tell me I didn't love you." Not the way you should have. "What do you know?" Nothing. I don't know. Except that you were wrong. "You left...

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This plate is Want. Want is a beautiful feeling. I spent time with people I love. They demanded me to Want, so they could Want with me. I think that's love. I've missed writing. I wish I could explain to you how wonderful it is to me to feel like this. Writing is an oddly narcissistic thing, isn't it? The recording of one's...

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This one was strange in the sense that it didn't feel like a dream. When I woke up this morning to live my life, I felt like i'd left reality behind in that dream. I drove in my car feeling so detached, but at the same time being glad to be in this life rather than the one I left behind. I remember...

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This piece is sort of a self portrait... maybe of my brain or my heart. This combination of slightly strange, slightly bright, slightly broken. ...

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Today, or I guess...yesterday was one of the hardest days in a while. I opened my eyes in the morning with that same dark thing in my chest that I used to feel. And that was weird. After all, I'm a new person now, or so I thought. I was determined to make it a good day. I got up, early. Did what...

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Part of the Story There are actually a lot of personal meanings to this piece but one of the stranger ideas that I had was that this was a tangible expression of the Heart of Eve. Not necessarily a biblical Eve, but one whom I relate to. One who feels such great despair in her Sin. One whom is so afraid that it...

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Click HERE for an explanation and behind the scenes look at this piece. In a moment, I lost my heart. When you held me, before you killed me. In a moment, the apple fell from the tree. I'm a fool, for indulging in you. For hoping you would make, something of me. You asked for the apple, but your hand pointed back at...

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Pho and Viet Coffee, Somewhere in between lunch and dinner. It's Saturday afternoon. I wouldn't have gotten out of bed if I hadn't made plans earlier in the morning. But plans finished quickly and I found myself determined to make this a day better than all the shitty, shitty days of this past week. Some people call it courageous... To be able to...

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I dreamed about a woman who had a set of priceless figurines that contained a secret. I followed their journey as they were stolen and smuggled throughout history and met the people who were trying to protect them. Turns out the figurines are linked to people, each a protector of Earth, or something, they're immortal unless their figurines are somehow destroyed. I'm scouted...

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Everyone has their safe place. I had mine. ...

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Proposal for my ART 497 Breakaway Class. I was inspired by Renee Stout's "Conjure Woman" and the events of my own personal life to create two characters: Lily and Inara. As a younger girl, I always had trouble talking and making friends. My solution was to come up with different versions of myself, different, more confident versions who had many friends and no...

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I never called them nightmares. Not even when I was little. I always called them bad dreams. I was sitting by myself in a cafe, next to the floor length window that faced the streets. And then I hear screaming, and glass shatters. I fall down right under the window ledge which is about a foot high, just covering my body. A man...

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We all lived in the Garden of Eden. Our hearts lived on trees. We chose to leave and they died in our hands. You knew it was wrong. I was three I wonder if it eats you like it eats me. We have apple hearts, sickly sweet and afraid of rotting away. We were selling them on the streets. You picked them from...

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So, you might have noticed a change in the blog... this may or may not come out coherently... I went through a strange thought process of learning to try and express my thoughts and the most recent events and confusions in my life. I've been struggling with my identity for a while, always defining myself in relation to others. But over a short...

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I cheated a little bit... I had some people come to see me. I do have a couple friends. I woke up in the morning, in a word, hopeful. Motivation in the form of joyful anticipation of good company. Everyday, waking up in NY is a bit surreal, but walking out of the hostel doors and into the city streets is even more surreal...

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