Defining Art

Art, with all its forms is my way of saying hi. Simply reaffirming my existence, knowing, that I am here, living, breathing, and feeling. Without it, I am an invisible being walking gray roads not knowing how to fit in or what others want from me. Without it, I am an alien. It defines my human identity, and helps me cope with days where I feel like there is no one out there left to hear my calls. Where my voice ripples silence throughout. It is what keeps me company, it is my friend, my teacher, and my love. It is how I talk, and without it, I am lost for words to explain myself. Without it, I am numbed of feelings, powerless, trapped in a tower with no stairs. When no one sees me for who I am, I do not lose myself, my identity is crystallized in the form it is in, it is preserved and unchanged. Without it, I am a nobody.

Numb

"...Its in my blood spreading through my heart— pumping me numb.”

Redemption

If you ever need me, I'll be in my little escape, my sanctuary, cacooned in my silence till I'm finally ready to burst and share my colors with the world, because right now my green is your red and your red is my blue and up is down and down is up. So for now, I'll be reconstructing, but this time I'll wrap myself in bubble wrap to cushion my next fall.... Plus, bubble wrap's always good entertainment.

Searching for Self - first sketch

“I'm afraid that sometimes you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you.”
― Dr. Suess

A reason to smile

That beautiful moment when that smile fills half of your face when you realize that you have the most amazing friends and family anyone can ever ask for, that they are always there for you, and that no one can ever take that away from you.

Childhood lies

"Treat people the way you want to be treated"
- the most ridiculous quote I've ever heard.

― Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP

 “Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”

Watercolor Leaves

Split Path

Unconnected Bridge

Chalk Pastel Portrait

Abstract Memories

Construction Site

Charcoal Flower

Golden Curls

Knots

this is an abstract watercolor, with colored pencils on paper artwork. in this case i was also out of ideas of what to draw, i started drawing some random curvy lines and this is the end result.

Cold Winter Morning

 these are the steps that i took in order to get to the outcome...

Tradition

watercolor background with black pencil color on paper

Different Perspectives of Reality

this is a body of works that i did for art class. it was a project called rip and reconstruct where we tore apart pictures of some ruins of buildings from the old days stuck them on the larger paper and continued the picture by improvising. then we painted then with acrylic paint and added texture with different paper and by using mixed media.

Unfinished Basketball Drawing

i got into basketball over the summer, went to practices and joined some of the team practices, and so i thought id draw a basketball...

A Dove