At my computer, I face the wall with my back to the door. My focus is entirely on my next project so the world around me seems to go silent except for this tiny little noise. It’s quick and sharp, like a pen dropping during the middle of a test. I turn my head slightly…
The year is in its final quarter and I think now is the best time for me to reflect on my art progress. For the past couple of months, I’ve been working with multiple mediums to see what sticks and sparks the most joy in my creative process and so far oil, Pen and ink,…
At a quarter to midnight, Daisy knocked on her brother’s door and waited with her ear against the wood for a response. It’s been a week since she last seen him step out of his room and the only time she did was his shadow as he rushed to the bathroom to remove days of…
Ok I might seem a little crazy in this blog post, but hear me out. I think TikTok can predict our future. Last year around this time I was constantly on the app. I found out I was pregnant and without any searches in my browser or cached data that may cue my personalized algorithm,…
short story At first, I thought I was in between rem sleep and being awake, floating to that place my subconscious has built until winter’s kiss startles me. My eyelids rip apart and the sound of a muffled scream clears. My husband is calling out to me from above my head, but under my feet…
I’m not happy with this painting. The anatomy is off and so is the coloring and lighting. I HATE IT! But I also love it. I have complicated feelings with all of my creations. It’s something that stems from my childhood and if I could live as my younger self again or at least speak…
