2020 Painting Thesis at Pratt; Oil painting and Risoprinted digital collages

“But every moment they shared was recorded on the same delicate film laid over her eyes. He was the detail, the shadow, the grain, the contrast, and once he left view, there was nothing but white light, and blown out memories. Overexposed, she rubbed her tight eyes and saw his silhouette burned blue into her lids. She thought he must be gone for good this time, having left no open wounds. Instead, only a scar.”

“When he was ripped upwards from the skin off my teeth I didn’t feel it. And when white shards hard fell to the ground I looked to my right, where I thought I would find his cheek to my shoulder. And when my shoulders were left bare and the cold air slid my spine I thought I had lost my sight. And where his fingers once grazed my forehead I pushed my hands against the big white wall. And where, I don’t know.”

-segments of thesis texts