I painted a Bharatnatyam dancer under a tree with falling pink leaves in front of a white hole (which is similar to a black hole but is supposed to seem not so bad even though it is).

I created multiple pieces using my own photography, and creating drawings overtop through the use of Procreate and Photoshop. These photographs were taken during a solo trip to Croatia where I met up with family to visit my grandmother's home village.

This is a ceramic piece that I made with clay. It is meant to be a human heart, with patches of mold and a small mushroom growing out of it. I used various pictures of human hearts that I found online to make it the most realistic piece possible.

One day I was biking and I was thinking of little phrases I could base paintings off of. “Ether and gutters” popped into my head and I imagined grates in the sky with weird liquid dripping off of them. So that’s what I painted.

My piece was developed using ripped pages as background layer, with some pages coming from a feminist book ‘The Second Sex’, revealing my identity and voice as a female. I used mixed media for the self portrait and as my process further developed, I decided to incorporate collage poetry, also from ‘The Second Sex’ to reflect the complicated and intricate mind of a teenager, and mixed emotions of love and hate - some elements and pieces that compose ‘me’.

Through my artwork I have highlighted a topic personal to me, the struggles LGBTQ+ Jewish girls face with God and society. When I began to create my poem, I wanted it to have a clear time frame. With this in mind I made the poem with clear progression by using the age of the young girl as a time-frame.

The process of writing these pieces showed me that poetry can be both painful and restorative, and I’m glad that it’s unlocked a new perspective on my writing experience.

I wrote this to show how impactful words from loved ones can be, and how long the trauma can last. I write to express myself, and maybe to make others with problems like mine feel less alone.

"Clear Water," tells the unique story of a mother desperate to see her son after being trapped and isolated in a mental health hospital.

"Two Birds, One Stone" is a nostalgic story that touches on the naivety of childhood friendships and the crushing reality of growing up and growing apart. This script was created as a collaborative screenwriting assignment in our Creative Writing class.

My piece is a poem about my parents finding out about my self-harm and seeing my scars for the first time and times after that. I feel like a piece around this topic from a more personal perspective rather than just a detached character has been bubbling inside of me for a while and I think I’ve channeled it into a poem.

This art piece represents the many emotions embody. Each color nod to an emotion and the blending of the colors is the mix of those emotions.

To me this piece represents how much we can damage ourselves to create something that is seemingly beautiful. flowers that are put in a vase eventually die, they are not constant, and in the process of potting those flowers the person the body was attached to gave everything for temporary flowers.

I took the Tagalog word used by parents to refer to their child, "Anak," and carved it into the physical surface of the painting using a sharp tool. I also applied several layers of acrylic paint on the background so that upon being carved into, a red color would be revealed.

My artwork has helped me to relax and reflect and to find the tranquil, noiseless moments.

My piece is a representation of the dynamic a sibling relationship has. The comfort as well as protection an older sister can provide.

I constructed this piece when I was doing online school during quarantine. I originally built the shape of the front and back of my piece out of cardboard and then I went into nature to find inspiration for what designs could fit in the shape I cut out of cardboard.

I made this during my multimedia art class. It was made to make you think about who you are and what your looking forwards to.

In this image, I wanted to convey the movement of a musician as they played the piano.