Resin coaster made with dried oranges and dried flowers. Resin is not filled to the top, letting the scent from the orange and flowers come through.
The out of the box project was created with the idea of a futuristic ritual for nature once nature is gone. We created a sanctuary of fake grass and dead flowers to signify the altered reality that this box would live in.
In this project I thrifted an old corset top and used red beads as well as gold wire to create a luxurious gore. I wanted to create a fem fatal character through this wearable piece, who was bloody in the most beautiful way. It incorporates ideas of femininity crossed with rage and gore. This piece is representative of the beauty of feminine rage.
Born out of the past two years of living in a pandemic, this piece conveys the importance of physical health, the body, and medicine.
This mask was crafted with dried oranges, white string, and black silk ribbon. This piece is meant to signify the delicate nature of our health through the delicacy of the string holding the oranges barely together. The oranges are meant to represent vitamin C and how we use it to fend off sickness.
This alter was created to display an ironic alter of the Virgin Mary, where a virginity necklace and cross are displayed with pictures of my younger self with my family. The alter displayed dead flowers wrapped in gold and a resign tray made of dried flowers. The dead flowers are representative of a lack of purity, hence the ironic nature of the piece.
This piece was created to represent the soul, its strings are our memories and what is left behind of us. The gems represent balance in the soul, and the gold wire is representing the conflicting and emotive soul.
Poetry of longing
For this project I constructed the first five stanzas of my poem, Orange Contempt, in a ripped and reconstructed collage. I used magazine cut outs, paint, paper, and lots of glue. I found that I could express more emotions through physically altering the poem itself. The poem touches on feelings of love, longing, and is a love letter to someone already gone.
Orange contempt
sometimes I sit in my tangerine sadness and reach for people I shouldn’t
and sometimes when orange fold out chairs leave symmetrical dents in my thighs
I think of your laughter
and when you kissed me for the first time your lips spelled out pomme d’orange
and I skipped the whole way home
on that park bench in Petrosino Square I think of reading you my orange poem
and after you said,
“I’m in orange love with you”
and quickly my orange singular life became your orange world
nothing would be mine ever again
and sometimes when I walk alone through Manhattan
I see you in every open window
and when I quit you for the first time you found me within hours
and asked, “have you forsaken me?”
on that cobblestoned alleyway on Mercer Street we swam in orange paint
and while I danced over it you said,
“I am going to ruin you”
and you said it with a gap toothed smile
and had me call you god
and sometimes something would happened between the second and third drink
I think you would see our orange life as it really was
and when you yelled for the first time
I found 128 shades to be your perfect orange girl
on my stoop there is a little mailbox that you said you taped your orange words to
and I dreamt of the letter saying,
“i’m sorry”
but your words fell through the cracks
I still look for the letter every time pass by
and sometimes on isle 7 I’ll see orangey mangos
and think of you telling me your mother used to cut them up for you
and when you left for the first time
I went looking for you in every bar in new york city
you were standing in a picture frame just outside of little Italy
and I told you,
“i still think of you”
and you didn’t say a word
sometimes I sit in my tangerine sadness and reach for people I shouldn’t
This sanctuary is based off of my experience with nature from my time growing up in Brenham, Texas. This is an inverted miniature deer stand, where the inside is instead a sanctuary for animals to find shelter from hunters. Created with only found or previously own objects, it is constructed with plants, leaves, sticks, tea bags, gold leafing, red beads, gold round lights (to represent horse apples), dried flowers, and cut out egg cartons to represent nests. The piece is meant to be interacted with in the dark, with the sound element of nature plus tapping that was organically made by me to recreate the sounds of a deer camera. The smell is made of the tea bags, plus the curated smell I made to match the dense forest which included smells of green, dark woods, heavy floral, and smoke.