Inspired by my many walks around campus, this drawing depicts one scene I took a photo of over by Smith. The wind was blowing the grass and I saw the potential for a drawing with lots of gestural marks.

My dog Tessie, sitting on a chair with a blanket became a really cool painting-like semi abstract piece. It made me think of rest, comfort, and personal space. The anonymity of my dogs face also allows the viewer to wonder and even place themselves in the shoes of the dog. The colors and gestural marks are surprising.

This very abstract drawing is based on a photograph I took of my friends Hailey and Tony holding hands on the sidewalk, heading back to the car after we ate breakfast at our local diner. It made me think of connections found through the mess and craziness, and how leaning on these relationships can be our only clarity sometimes.

This is based on a photograph of a cake a friend and I made together over the course of two days during winter break. Although we don't speak anymore, I still think of it and put the memory up on a pedestal. There is room for all emotions here. It was a nice memory, and its dedicated to memories like these.

Aldona says this reminds her of a goldfish bowl. I don't reject that. The ambiguity (if you didn't know about the cake) brings on confusion and curiosity, which I again don't mind. 

My other dog, Zoey, looked at the camera with a knowing look and I snapped a photo. I enjoyed depicting her eyes, and she looked a lot like a wolf here despite being the most gentle dog I have ever met. Her eyes look right into mine and we communicate without saying anything. She watched me grow up.

Made mostly through erasure, the snow covered street makes me think of home. My dad grew up here and so did I. Time seems to stop when the plows forget to come to my neighborhood and the snow on the street lays undisturbed.

Recognizable to only my roommate, our blue bug light illuminates the doorway of our bathroom. The sunset shines through the window. Light reveals so much and there is so much peace that can be found by watching it change. You can't stop the change no matter what you do, but you can acknowledge it.

My roommate's lego flowers resemble the real thing and last forever. Colors blending together and becoming more vibrant the more you look at them. Completely taking in something can lead you to appreciating its beauty more.

Kimball Sunday brunches with friends, alone, after a weekend of fun or study. Something small can mean so much. Even pictures can remind us of the smell of coffee and the tiredness of the morning. The world seems so bright with so much potential, and it is okay to sit for a moment and be lazy.

My Dziadziu used to always say, during our pierogi preparation for Wigilia, "I'm supervising" while he tested the samples of our cooking. This photograph was taken during this past year's pierogi making festivities, 6 years after his passing, with my Babcia and Ciocia, and I always think of him still supervising.

I am always looking up at trees when I am walking. Once I noticed how interesting and complex and beautiful they are, I couldn't stop looking for trees.

Lyrics from the muscial Company talk about the importance of all kinds of relationships in our lives. An illuminated chair from the performing arts center sits alone. Is the chair alone or lonely? Is there someone there who we can't see? Does thinking about someone bring their presence into the room?

"Hi, this is Bob. Yes, today is my birthday. And yes, you may leave a message about how happy you are that I’m turning thirty-five. And whatever you’re calling about, the answer is yes...

...Okay, c’mon. Say it and get it over with. It’s embarrassing. Quick. I can’t stand it. 

I stood it. Thank you for including me in your thoughts, your lives, your families. Yes, thank you for remembering. Thank you."

My hometown city hall clock tower. I was reminded of a lyric from an Over the Garden Wall song called Patient is the Night:

"Among the fields of straw and stover

Clocked in 'til the work day's over

Time's a gentle stream, longer than it seems

Patient is the night

How I long to see her face now

Her starry, moonlit gaze now

I know she's never late, still anxiously I wait

Patient is the night"

For a long time, I misheard the lyric as "time's a yellow string, longer than it seems."

I wanted to put the viewer into the scene as one of the invisable presences through the collaged frame, and capture the feeling of finally being seen. Tony keeps driving, and Hailey turns around to make eye contact with the viewer. There is no fear, but there is respect and acknoledgement.

Based off of a photo of my Dad's work boots that I took and sent to him in a text message, asking if they were the boots he was referring to. My dad works really hard so this is for him.

This is a drawing of me, sitting in my studio, surrounded by my art and looking at something I can't quite make out. A string, like a stage curtain rope, could reveal something. Between myself and whatever's there, there is curiosity and mutual understanding. I am never really alone.