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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