PAST WORK

Style: N/A Statement: N/A “Now spend this money wisely.” I hear my mother say As she hands me 60 dollars in preparation for the day Where...

Style: villanelle Statement: I wanted to explore a different style of poetry than I would normally write, something more constrained - so...

Style: Free verse Statement: "be my sun" was inspired after reading several love poems expressing one's love in a personified way. The...

Style: Fiction Statement: N/A You’re sitting on a cold bench, slightly shivering in a skin tight jacket, which, unfortunately, was soaked...

Style: N/A Statement: This short story is one of three vignettes which explore brief moments in my life, capturing an overarching theme...

Style: Graphite on drawing paper. Statement: Portrait.

Style: Oil paint on Canvas. Statement: Landscape.

Style: Portrait Statement: Graphite on drawing paper.

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Statement: When experimenting with wooden skewers and vellum, I created something that reminded me of my culture— Chinese culture....

Style: Acrylic Paint Statement: This piece was made out of construction copics, color pencil, paper cutouts, and acrylic. I used copics...

Stream of consciousness is a literary technique often used in modern literature to portray the inner workings of a character’s mind.

Seashells are special to me because I feel calm whenever I see them.

This is one of my first acrylic paintings when I started developing my painting skills.

Unrealistic standards perpetuated by Hollywood and the Internet have led many young people to view their bodies with disgust.

I used oil paints to paint a portrait of my Grandma. It was my first oil painting and I enjoyed painting the layers and colors.

I used pastels to draw a landscape of my friend and I when we were younger at a beach.

Style: n/a Statement: n/a People frequently come and go. We were little kids joyfully playing monkey bars, foursquare, and hopscotch. And...

Style: n/a Statement: n/a His eyes are open wide Now he shuts them tight He bows his head down And listens to the feet shuffling across...

Style: n/a Statement: n/a there’s a monster in my body who wears my face, but it’s not mine. it can’t be mine. there’s something...