Tuesday 05/12 6:45 p.m. Going on daily walk number 582918379429 for the sake of fresh air. For the sake of my sanity. Which in itself means what? I put on my headphones and realize after the tenth lap around my neighborhood I haven’t played anything on my phone: no music, no podcasts, nothing. I don’tContinue reading “Stream of Consciousness”
WORD BLURB There are several testaments we hold true to ourselves. Pieces of our essence and being that feel so indicative of who we are and what we stand for. Like our favorite bands and genres or social issues that are of importance to us. But there is also the more abstract truths, which areContinue reading “Time: The Driving Force of Our Society and My Anxiety”
I have always questioned whether or not my heightened sense of empathy was my greatest strength or my greatest weakness. I feel everything so deeply, maybe too deeply. Not just my own emotions and concerns but others personal sentiments as well. My capacity to understand those around me helps me relate and connect with themContinue reading “Being overly empathetic: curse, gift, or both?”
As someone who finds joy in getting dressed and uses style as a means of expression, the repercussions that accompany overconsumption dawn on me constantly. How can I find the middle ground between shopping excessively and being frugal? I tell myself, time and time again: “THIS. THIS is the last thing I buy” or “thatContinue reading “Fashion Forward Meets Conscious Consumption”
Besides all of the other mishaps that come with self-discovery, when I started college, declaring myself as an artist felt like the epitome of hubris. I could never quiet introduce myself as a photographer or a painter, it made me feel uncomfortable and excessively self-assured. Further into the art program I was attending, I wasContinue reading “What it means to be a painter, I’m not really sure.”
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