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PAST WORK
Grandma's Apples
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Mason Wang


self portrait as the present inside the amazon box that says fragile
I originally wrote “Self Portrait” as a way for me to express the idea of a younger adult becoming independent and in awe of growing up.

Jane Lee
Green-Blue Unified
I wanted to comment on the feeling of being watched, of brief and impersonal connections only preserved by a split-second photograph.

Layla Proffitt
Tongue Tied
This piece illustrates the overwhelming pressure of society, from both strangers and those familiar, to always say the right thing.

Carine Chan


Through the Years
The dandelion's life cycle is presented alongside the evolution of art styles throughout history.

Christina Chang


His Last Song
I believe that music, especially from the piano, is an alluring, unbreakable treasure that tells stories without words.

Emma Fung
Porsches and Parking Lots
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Mason Wang


First Day of School
This piece was additionally authored by Dhilon Prasad and William Cao.

Nikhil Mathihalli
Watching/Watched
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Layla Proffitt


The Boy With Many Faces
When you're neurodivergent it feels like nobody is able to understand you, that everyone is forming relationships and you're left to watch.

Jex Popov
Curiosity
I wrote this after a fight with my little sister when I felt slightly jealous of her. I still and would always hold a great love for her.

Florence Wei
Deepti
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Naina Tallak


All I Want For Christmas
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Adam Xu
After The Father
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Anamika Anand
Intoxicated
If something feels wrong, hesitating will do more harm than reaching out. Depression does not discriminate.

Leyna Chan
Quarter-Life Crisis
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Sarah Thomas
Pressure
I wanted to express how hard it can be when you are struggling with school and compare yourself to the people around you.

Kylee O'Brien
Something Waiting
It's best to focus on the memories one can make now. Some memories remain forgotten, but days of sunshine are always something to wait for.

Florence Wei
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