sowingseason

I've worked on this piece for the past few days. Through multiple Photoshop and Illustrator Crashes and autosave failures, I rebuilt this over and over again as I was forced to start 10 steps backwards

This is still one of my all time favorite digital illustrations that I've done, from when I started doing this kind of work back in October (2016). When I get "drawer's block" sometimes I mess

I have been drawing for years and recently switched over to the world of digital illustration this past fall. Although many of my favorite pieces since my switch have been created solely on digital, drawn

finger creases wrapped round mug handles a faucet dripping metronome style into a dish soap filled cooking pot I stepped two in line with the tiles of a pharmacy head down looking for a pink box with negative

I think a lot of my problems with learning new tasks and giving up on things I'm not immediately good at comes from being placed in advanced/honors programs starting in 3rd grade and continuing through

[this is my original art, also posted on my website here]

Part 1: BOX half past noon coffee with a silver spoon basked in lightbulb beams my walls smelling of stale smoke and regurgitated sentence structures sun beams crease my dusty curtains begging to come

biting mouths and moving hands laughs from alley way bricks creaks from tires worn thin by asphalt stretched over New England valleys I left downtown with a collection of Sylvia Plath tucked inside my

in ten years I see myself as creased as the khaki slacks hanging in your closet swinging as fingers brush past to grip the hanger on a suede blazer beside it in ten years I see myself blotted tapping at

My noni is an oil painter. She spends days detailing still life paintings, shading fruit and piggy banks until her knuckles swell with arthritis. She sips coffee with non-dairy creamer and mixes her paint

* I’m going to be graduating with a BA in English this Spring and I withdrew from a 5 year accelerated master’s program in public policy today. Most people around me are going to wonder how and why I would

distant remembrance of rose bushes and clay soil bird houses with soda caps entwined power lines speckle grey clouds distant sound of a car battery turning over logan airport concourse a departure for

Sparkplug When's the last time you woke up at 1? Mattress on the floor Blinds seep sunlight and fluoride Music playing softly Screams to turn it off I met someone this year that I thought was electric,

I worked at a convenience store in the inner-city up until recently One of my only good days there I saved some bees I had been drifting for some time on the radiation waves and frequencies waiting for

Underwire Ash My fondest childhood memory is from the summer of two thousand two. Colorado was in a record breaking Water Sucking Water Rationing severe drought. The days were laden with thermometers reaching

the masochistically euphoric feeling as the crumbs of your mental categorization which you've been holding onto in the bottom of a ripped open sandwich bag: for the pure sake of maintaining your masquerade

Feeling like a 24 hour diner at 3 am Rent was due last year and I'm still crawling out from under your mattress I watched an interesting Ted Talk the other day Which is a funny statement in itself Talking

The album cover for Brand New's The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me, the best illustration of the veil I have. I was diagnosed with Bipolar II and PTSD in January of this year. It is now July. I was