PAST WORK

This short story satirizes philosophical texts and horror stories to the end of an amusing effect.

"ophelia, drowning" is a poem first inspired by the realization that the name Ophelia, from Shakespeare's Hamlet, sounds like "O, filia."

For this piece, I really wanted to experiment with fun and vibrant colors. I painted this piece when I was mad about something.

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Every time I wear them, I can see the reflection of my personality along with the great quality of mysterious style, and toughness.

I chose my cat as the subject of this piece because I hoped to capture the beauty of an everyday house pet.

"My Playground" is a poem that introduces the idea that my backyard is my home.

I experimented with sensory images, repetition, and symbolism to evoke the building itch of anticipation that is used to grip me.

This piece was made using gouache and consists of three panels all depicting an old tree resting in front of a yellow, hilly background.

I am now a completely different person, rising from the ashes of my past self, like a phoenix.

This painting focuses on the relationship between the chaotic world and our senses and perceptions, exploring our place in the universe.

I wanted to capture the essence of nature through its destructive elements, its different forms, and its beauty.

My self portrait uncovers the unseen downside of the academic pressure cooker culture that’s buried beneath a superficial facade.

The koi are arranged in a Yin Yang symbol, which juxtaposes two opposite forces that are inextricably linked.

Taken in Canada, the photograph “Roam” intends to capture the wild expanse of nature that remains relatively untouched.

I explored the Surrealism style and depicted a peaceful scene, the escape one can turn to as a breath of fresh air when life gets tough.

This piece is inspired by the phenomenon of a collection of rats whose tails are bound or tied together by entangled material.

This short story was originally written for a collection of vignettes, inspired by a common theme of muffled disappointment.

This poem is centered on the ways in which we submerge ourselves in distractions to avoid our spiraling thoughts, from music to television.

Stuffed animals are reminders of fond memories, tokens of the past. This is an appreciation for childhood and a reflection on growing older.