Decade of Digital Photography | 2o1o – 2o13 pt. I

Ever since I was little, I’ve captured tidbits and moments of my life on camera. This eventually snowballed into a love for photography, a (now-defunct) photography business, and, most recently, developing film at home. In an effort to organize old photos floating around the Internet – and my hard drive – I’ve started a project … More Decade of Digital Photography | 2o1o – 2o13 pt. I

Urban

Overhead and through the speakers, Kanye’s insisting that “diamonds are forever.” Hair hat-flattened and fingers pink, I wonder why I’m alone at night in the city in a part I’ve never been to. I’ve just missed my bus and it’s cold so I wait in Urban Outfitters. When I step outside, the streets glitter and swell … More Urban

June 2018 | Daily Art

To see more works from June, you can scroll down in the box below I spy with my little eye…a disorganized art project. This week, I’ve been working with oil pastels, the adult artist’s fancier version of crayons. I stumbled upon them while cleaning out my supplies. Pastels feel childish to draw with at first–it’s … More June 2018 | Daily Art

May 2018 | Daily Art

To see more works from May, you can scroll down in the box below The road not taken, Robert Frost. 5.1.18| Daily Art Violet wash. 5.2.18| Daily Art “It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince 5.3.18| Daily Art Doodling designs for you, … More May 2018 | Daily Art

Reflections

Now you can say you’ve had Vietnamese butter barbecue. Seafood sizzles on the family-style butter doused griddle. I turn the inions. Pockets of grease bubble onto my wrist. My best places the salmon on its side, browning slowly on the grill. I stab a squid onto the griddle. Ssssss. We sit in silence. I contemplate the … More Reflections

Jagged

There are two types of miss: the jagged kind that goes away and the prolonged type that never really does. It’s like knee-scrape pain and chronic pain. A note versus a chorus. The latter’s like a river with no mouth or end, it’s just flowing, flowing. And at the end of the hall are little … More Jagged