June2014

Senior Class Sweater Design

DETAILS: Year: 2014 Medium: Photoshop, Illustrator Style: T-Shirt Design, Typography Influence: N/A Model:  N/A DESCRIPTION: For Van Nuys’s 100th year anniversary, administration sought a design that was classic, sleek, and modern. I went for a collegiate sort of typography design. Golden text adds flair and nostalgic value. IMAGE: < < < < < <…

ASB Sweater Design

DETAILS: Year: 2014 Medium: Photoshop, Illustrator Style: T-Shirt Design Influence: N/A Model:  N/A DESCRIPTION: Asked by Van Nuys ASB Government to design their class sweater. Since our senior class sweater was more classic, I went with a more grunge, urban style to contrast between the two realms. IMAGE: < < < < < <…

Horinzontal Shmoogle Triptych

DETAILS: Year: 2013, 2014 Medium: Photoshop Style: Shmoogle Influence: N/A Model:  N/A DESCRIPTION: Sampling a little bit of my Shmoogles work here. :] These are three separate Facebook banners that have been combined to form a horizontal triptych. IMAGE: < < < < < <     > > > > > > See…

Everyday Domestic

DETAILS: Year: 2012, 2013, 2014 Medium:I Camera, Point-and-Shoot Camera Style: N/A Influence: N/A Model:  N/A DESCRIPTION: This is a four photograph series I submitted to Black Box Gallery. The concept was to compare our understanding of what “everyday domestic” meant–kitchen, laundry, bed. To us more privileged, our laundry is a machine; our bed is…

9-1-7

Wake up. I blinked. In such sudden silence, I blinked away perpetual darkness for a more amiable vision. I cautiously reached for tangibility, but my numbed nerves could touch nothing but fuzzy ice. Reality remained remote. And so, in my waning shock, I focused more on remembering than worrying. You’re…

The Wanderlust Tragedy

AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Teen Ink – Poetry ☆ Editor’s Choice Award ☆ July 2014 Website Publication FOREWORD: The speaker has been diagnosed with explorative spirit and colorful imagination, but misunderstood by a society of hard logic. His parents insisted a more tempered lifestyle, forcing the speaker to commit a self cleansing. Drained of…

Inkwell Memories

Flickers of rose bend to the breeze As sadly backed, she sat abed Ushered under heartfelt unease The vermilion fire consumed her dread Consciousness under-minded fled To and into such flames of glee Keys embedded in thoughts instead Felt so content with false guarantees But at no point did she…

The Forest Man

He was lost. In such forlorn silence he sat. Wisps of whimsical wishes clouded the darkness of the room. The obscurity frightened him, for not only could he not see but also could he not breath. The air was a sullen, heavy fog of gray–the mind pollution of distress that…

Dark Traditions

++++++++++I was taught to bow my head during sermon–to be still and solemn. We had to mourn while the man of the cloth read from his pocketbook, but I never understood why. ++++++++++Were we crying because he read so boringly? He sounded old and pretentious, like he had all the…

The Glistening Sea

++++++++++The sea of silk had beckoned her with its white luster and gentle motion. It swayed softly with the sun’s radiance, revealing crystal pearls and diamond gems in its waters. The ocean had never before seem so ephemeral, but then again, everything seemed more divine to her. What was blue…

The Sailor’s Home

The house, amusingly, had been burned in a fire. The grandest of homes any man or sailor could ever hold in possession, all burned in the wraths of a log pit. Nothing remained of it but the twin chimneys and the torched brick walls, which lead from the foundation down…

The Price of Midnight Fashion

++++++++++The night’s soft sky coated the landscape in a dreamy sober blue. The heavens were fine painters — given they had the time to paint for mortal entertainment. The small hamlet of Birgestone enjoyed such gentle peaces every evening when the moon was in unlit radiance, relished mysterious pleasantries every…

Verse XXXXX 2011

Verse XXXXX I think it’s best if we leave it at that. A simple glance, a faint smile – it’s all that can be achieved from such a soft-edged face. I assure you, my dear friend, that I am content with loneliness and accepting of what imperfections that binds me…

Verse XXXXIX 2011

Verse XXXXIX Hiya Misses; have you come for a second tale? It’s surprising how dull the world seems without the hideous burden of rejection. Perhaps I had reconciled with its heart-wrenching effects, and hence, find this new relief somewhat alien in its essence. Everything’s… so slow, so black-and-white. I want…