50 SHADES OF CHANGE
Change is inevitable, propels growth, and is made possible by our discomfort.
Every moment is fleeting. Every feeling of happiness, pain, and uncertainty will come to pass. So, we savor this once in a lifetime life and seek solace in the brightness of tomorrow.
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It is a beautiful thing to be able to identify your gifts AND have others recognize and appreciate your gifts to the point where you didn’t even realize the value of it, or that you even had it.
I am by no means fully in touch with my gifts, but I am blessed to be able to have the opportunity to be able to explore them and more fully develop and draw them out of me.
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I LIVE IN A HOLOGRAM WITH YOU
Nothing’s wrong when nothing’s true.
Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk?
Us Them Here There
Elephants always remind me of my study abroad in India (even though I only saw them twice!). This is an image of an idea that I still struggle with as a beached traveler. Here I feel brown among a majority of white. There I felt white among a country of brown.
Red Poppy after Georgia O’Keeffe
I really want to take a pen to mine, but my mom insists I stop messing around. I feel pen details would add more of the “papery” poppy feel instead of this more robust-rose feel. But Georgia isn’t bent on the “details” so maybe I should just O’Keeffe it.
Disclaimer: Objects in iPhone camera are less vibrant than they appear. No complaints here.
As a consumer, I am implicated into a capitalistic system of overindulgence and artificiality. A spectator to the cogs in the machine that enable this system to exist, I am helplessly coerced as another cog in the machine, only allowing its further perpetuation and existence.
Living in ruins of a palace within my dreams.
Many people go through life striving for what they don’t really want for themselves. Their palaces end up bottled within them becoming nothing more than former glory and histories, seeking instead to live vicariously within the palaces of others.
With this being said, sometimes our palaces may crumble given the fact that they are built mainly on the foundations of our own fantasies. However, even amongst these ruins there are still parts of us, and I’ve come to recognize the importance of preserving them amongst a newly developed sense of awareness of the world. Our palaces don’t dissipate when we encounter reality - they transform into new structures.
What this palace wants is release.
Like many others, I’ve had the world of Harry Potter to escape to when necessary. For the periods when I have felt completely alone, these books and films have been able to give me the company that I needed. More than 10 years later, it’s all still here for me. With this quote, Rowling gave me validation.
It’s all real for me.
BUBBLE | Suburbia x Isolation x Monotony
Painted faces caught up in their own comfortable bubble. Life becomes routine with their daily actions and interactions.
In this environment I am a spectator: both observing and being observed. Enveloped in this environment I begin to develop my own painted face and my own bubble. Despite our fears, our immersion in this monotony coerces us to live monotonously as a stranger amongst other strangers.
A Zentangle… Like Life.
Relaxing, creative, freeing. Today was supposed to be all that— even my mom told me to do something refreshing. Those things are embodied in the art of zentangles so why not center your day on it? The process consists of letting your creative juices flow within the structure of freely flowing boundaries. Yeah, like life. Set goals and fill in the blanks with luck.
This piece was actually practice— I had huge plans to make a much more intricate, meaningful, and colorful zentangle (so much for relaxation). But things fell through. Like life. Big ideas, bold moves, safe bets, hurried sloppiness unsmoothing the carefully crafted, dreams of moving onto a bigger, better dream, letting things fall apart, then realizing all you have to show is a product of your stress from trying to be happy. Yeah, like life.