Tag Archives: December

Reflections in Winter

I am afraid of my mirror; slick, silver, sleek. I see you there. I think it’s me, but it’s you. You are all that gives me me; you give me…

Dear Lydia

I don’t know how to say it. I don’t know how to bring it up. Growing up I was taught to be silent in the wake of empty rooms, in…

Process Piece: Gerick Yabut pt2

I began this piece how I begin any project when hit with an artistic block; by searching for concept art that has already been created online. While searching for reference art,…