I am a college student currently working toward my double major in illustration and creative writing.
A Place Once Called Home
The house looked a bit more run-down than Abigail remembered it, despite it only having been a few years since she’d been there. It had been mostly left alone, the only fully intact house on the street. All the others had broken windows, wide-open doors, or had been partially incinerated. This house, however, was still standing, with nothing but a couple cracks in the windows and a bit of moss growing on the roof.
Holding Something Beautiful
There is something frenzied and almost beautiful about the way I collage. I collect a stack of magazines, and then, almost as if I’m going to war against the paper with scissors as my only weapon, I attack with a vicious hunger, pulling out the images that strike me in some way. I often end up with way more images cut out than I can even use.