Little Suzy's Neighbors

Little Suzy sat down and pondered about her life.

"Should she go left or should she go right?"

She knew deep inside that there were questions she must have answered,

so she asked her little neighbors:

The wife told her that she needed to think about her future lover and child.

the things she did would not be fit for their eyes.

The hippie told her that she should enjoy her life,

and not care about society's condemning eyes.

The whore told her that she does not need a man,

for they were just play things; all males should be decieving in little Suzy's eyes.

The artist told her that she needed to concentrate on work,

for what did she have left when everything disappeared right before her eyes?

But only the Heart remained silent and absolutely still,

for it knew what little Suzy really wanted was for someone to hold her and whisper,

"Everything is going to be alright, for you are perfect in my eyes."

Figure Drawing I 2011

Perspective Freshman 2011

 1-pt perspective: Ancient Ruins

 2-pt perspective: Welcome to Nemo World: Junkyard Scene

3-pt perspective: Welcome to Nemo World: End of the Society

Where the Stars and Snow Meet

Where the Stars and Snow Meet

There's a time in one's life where one must feel
the nature, the sun, and the breeze.
Touch the skin of a bark, kiss the mint leaves,
and dance with the night where stars and winter snow meet.

- dec. 2010

left: abstract design

right: representational design

2-D design freshman year 2011

 Televisions, Screams, and Animalistic Dreams

While the Wind Blows at Dawn 

While the Wind Blows at Sunset 

The Little Match Girl (Winter Abstract) 

 The Gypsy's Psychedelic Dance

If I Were in Love. . .

If I Were in Love. . .

I would sail for the stars, searching for you if you were lost.

I would bask in the morning sun, just because you said you liked me glowing.

I would buy you the infinite bliss I could get, no matter what the cost.

I would hold your hand as we strolled through the autumn mist, hoping,

hoping for your love in return.

I would weave you a sweater, even if it were still summer.

I would collect spring flowers to put in your chestnut, wavy hair.

I would stop the passing of time, just because your heart hurts.

I would softly sing you my heart's favorite tune, hoping,

hoping for your love in return.

I would read books next to you, just to peek at your face.

I would laugh even if it sounded awkward to your pick-up lines.

I would skip, trying to sync our steps and walking pace.

I would wrap you with sheets, captured in my binds, hoping,

hoping, for your love in return.

I would paint my nails the color you see lovely to my complexion.

I would lie next to you when the rain kisses your window.

I would kiss your tear-drenched lips with affection.

 I would fall in love with you again, hoping,

hoping for your love in return.

if only I were in love. . . 

                                             - september 2011

La Lettre d'Amour (The Love Letter)

La Lettre d'Amour

Il une fois y avait un garcon qui etait amoureux.

Il adorait une fille qui avait des cheveux mous.

Ses yeux bleus comme le ciel de minuit,

ses rires frais comme le brouillard enneige,

ses levres rouges comme les roses dans l'eclat.

Oui, aussi rouge que le soleil de cadre a l'est.

Donc, le garcon a trouve des fleurs blanches pour son amour,

et il a marche dans les champs et les rues.

Mais les fleurs blanches sont mortes quand le petit garcon a vu,

sa fille souriait et embrassait un Homme qu'elle s'appellait "son amour".

Ainsi, le garcon a marche lentement a son maison,

avec les fleurs mortes et les petales taches avec la couleur rouge.

Aussi rouge que le soleil de cadre a l'est.

                                          - 2010