at the end of my freshman year at RISD, I was left picking up the pieces of an incredibly emotional year- and years leading up to it. I turned to myself, looking inward, and trying to make sense of all the things I was feeling- a sort of lost self, wading my way through what felt like a thick mud pit of pain, and trying to come out the other end somehow patched... but I felt scattered. the drawings created at this time, and this project as a whole, was a depiction of this process and eternal cycle of understanding, grasping, shattering, and piecing together.
self portrait 2015
at the end of my freshman year at RISD, I was left picking up the pieces of an incredibly emotional year- and years leading up to it. I turned to myself, looking inward, and trying to make sense of all the things I was feeling- a sort of lost self, wading my way through what felt like a thick mud pit of pain, and trying to come out the other end somehow patched... but I felt scattered. the drawings created at this time, and this project as a whole, was a depiction of this process and eternal cycle of understanding, grasping, shattering, and piecing together.