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Anatomy Studies 2021-2023
Mouf (Pilot Precise V5)
Lettering 2022
Uvalde Tribute 2022
On May 24, 2022, an 18-year-old gunman opened fire at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas, killing 19 children and 2 teachers. Earlier that day, he shot and wounded his grandmother. About 15 children and a police officer were wounded before the gunman was killed. The Uvalde shooting hit me especially hard; seeing footage of parents scaling fences to break into the school and rescue their children shook my core. This doodle is my way of commemorating the lives stolen and affected.
MIXED MEDIA
You Can't Hurt Me Anymore (watercolor + black Sharpie)
You Can't Hurt Me Anymore (watercolor + black Sharpie)
You Can't Hurt Me Anymore 2023
NOWHERE.
NOWHERE.
NOWHERE.
NOWHERE. 2021
My understanding of self has since evolved and my mind has since become a safer place. Transitioning and beginning my HRT journey saved my life. I'm beyond thankful to finally feel at home in my body. Below, is the original caption of this piece:
"Being a mixed, non-binary, queer, masculine-presenting womxn often leaves me feeling as though I exist everywhere, while simultaneously belonging nowhere. I never fully feel comfortable in any space, including my own head.
If everywhere is nowhere, how can I identify with someone who doesn’t exist?"
If everywhere is nowhere, how can I identify with someone who doesn’t exist?"
Espiritú, 2022. (colored pencil + ink pen)
Espiritú, 2022. (colored pencil + ink pen)
Chemical Changes | Espiritú 2022
OIL PASTEL + CHARCOAL
Blue Flame 2023
"V A C A N T" (oil pastel) – 2023
V A C A N T 2023
I made this piece on a bad brain day while listening to Pierce the Veil, Korn, Muse, and Metallica. As an autistic person, my affect is often incongruent with my effect, just like this piece. I often feel tethered, while flee-flowing. My brain is often flooded with contradictions.
Through beginning to live as my full self, I’ve re-discovered vibrance I thought I’d lost. Sometimes that vibrance presents itself in the form of joy…other times, pain. The segments blend together, jumping between coagulation and liquefaction, tangible and intangible. To be honest, the rollercoaster has been exhausting. As a form of protection from the pain and fatigue, Dissociation has become a consistent companion, once more.
"Tai & Zaiah" (oil pastel on paper)
"Tai & Zaiah" 2021
A wedding gift for a dear friend and their life partner.
Self Portrait (pastel chalk)
Self Portrait 2022
s h i e l d, 2022. (oil pastel)
s h i e l d 2022
Inner Child, 2022. (oil pastel)
Inner Child, 2022. (oil pastel)
inner Child 2022
Untitled, 2022 (oil pastel)
Untitled, 2022 (oil pastel)
Strange Fruit 2022
Pride Flags 2022 – Lesbian (pastel chalk)
Pride Flags 2022 – Gay (pastel chalk)
Pride Flags 2022 – Bisexual (pastel chalk)
Pride Series 2023
I made this piece on a bad brain day while listening to Pierce the Veil, Korn, Muse, and Metallica. As an autistic person, my affect is often incongruent with my effect, just like this piece. I often feel tethered, while flee-flowing. My brain is often flooded with contradictions.
Through beginning to live as my full self, I’ve re-discovered vibrance I thought I’d lost. Sometimes that vibrance presents itself in the form of joy…other times, pain. The segments blend together, jumping between coagulation and liquefaction, tangible and intangible. To be honest, the rollercoaster has been exhausting. As a form of protection from the pain and fatigue, Dissociation has become a consistent companion, once more.
Graphite
