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- BREADTH #4/OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY (IN PROGRESS -

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- BREADTH #4/OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY (IN PROGRESS -

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- BREADTH #3/BURSTING OUT OF THE SEAMS (IN PROGRESS) -

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- BREADTH #3/BURSTING OUT OF THE SEAMS (IN PROGRESS) -

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Sometimes when people hold their feelings back without expressing them and keep their feelings to themselves, it can cause the person to emotionally break and go into a meltdown. In my painting, a girl look peers into a mirror while the seams of her face are splitting down the middle. From the crack of her face, entities such as disembodied limbs and tentacles come out from the darkness and begin breaking through the girl's once perfect face.

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- BREADTH #2/OUT OF MY SHELL (IN PROGRESS) -

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- BREADTH #2/OUT OF MY SHELL (IN PROGRESS) -

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For me, my shell is like a prison. I'm unable to break through the thick chains of doubt and embarrassment which hold me back from expressing myself. However, there have been attempts of stepping out of my comfort zone such as dying my hair a vibrant, bubblegum pink as seen in the piece. In my piece, I depict my shell as a dark cube surrounded in chains against the subtle blues of the sky and clouds which in turn expresses that my thoughts are rigid, dark, and not able to become fluid and sweet. Furthermore, due to me attempting to break out of my shell, parts of my limbs are coming out from the chains in struggle of the weight that holds me back.

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- BREADTH #1/ONE AND ONLY ME (IN PROGRESS) -

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- BREADTH #1/ONE AND ONLY ME (IN PROGRESS) -

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In my Nicaraguan culture, food has always been an important thing of the day. It's where people would come together and discuss their issues. I decided to illustrate a dining table that would be filled with iconic dishes from my country to depict that at my core is my Latin heritage. However since I was born in the United States, I also feel very disconnected from  my people as I do not share their struggles nor am I able to speak their language. To represent this idea that I have been changed by American society, I interrupted the rich, vibrant colors of my country with sweet, sugary colors of the fatty foods of the United States.