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What are your most significant areas of artistic growth?
I felt as though I have greatly improved in numerous areas. My observation skills improved, my anatomy has become more accurate, and I feel I have grown in several forms of artistic media such as charcoal, colored pencil, chalk pastel, oil pastel, and acrylic paint.

What artistic struggles did you learn from?
I learned that in some cases moving quickly is a skill, but when more detail and patience is needed it has hindered me. My text project and my final project were not my proudest pieces, and I think it's because I panicked my way through it and skipped easy steps.

As you pursue art for pleasure or maybe even as a future career, what subjects or new approaches would you like to try?

I would like to experiment more with watercolor and with animals. I have yet to do much with animal anatomy, and I would like to pursue that. I would also want to learn more about character design and color theory.

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Personal Photography

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Personal Photography

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Botanical Gardens

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Botanical Gardens

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Text Project

flash·back
/ˈflaSHˌbak/
a sudden and disturbing vivid memory of an event in the past, typically as the result of psychological trauma.

When wearing rose-colored glasses, red flags just look like flags. When something so twisted becomes normality, reality becomes harder to grasp. The closing of a throat, lungs shrivelling and heart pounding in the ears drowning out all noise. Friends and family becoming a distant memory, and all that remains is him. A greasy blonde kid who had too many dark thoughts and a love of slasher films. Drugged by kind words and praise, leaving became just another ridiculous unattainable dream. And staying made every day a near-death experience. Not knowing when he would finally snap and do something else with his knives instead of cutting off loose threads and making poorly-written amateur horror films. Until one day it stopped. Well, mostly. He became a shadow with a temper until he was forced to leave for good. He still lurks behind screens, finding loopholes to try to once again get me on his leash like a trained dog. However, I refuse to be back in that prison. For now, the only place he haunts is my mind, occasionally reminding me of what once was. And occasionally he and his words haunt my paintings. My only regret with this painting is my impulsive repainting of several parts that made the overall painting look less crisp.

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Symbolism Project

It's hard enough breathing through corrupted lungs. Having your heart ripped out through your chest makes it even harder.

I do, however, want to stitch this relationship back together, especially since he was the one who told me about the infidelity. An outlet to pour all my feelings of betrayal into was just what I needed in order to move on. A figure dripping and drowning in emotion is how I felt when he called me to tell me the act he had committed. My regrets with this painting are not smoothing out the magazine cut-out before laying it down, and impulsively going in with paint instead of being patient.

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Botanical Gardens

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Botanical Gardens

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Observational Charcoal Drawings

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Observational Charcoal

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Observational Sketches

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Observational Sketches

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Observational Sketches

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Observational Sketches

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Figure Study from an Image

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Figure Study from an Image

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Botanical Gardens

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Figure Study

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Figure Study

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Figure Study

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Figure Study

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Still Life
Work In Progress

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Still Life

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Still Life

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Still Life

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Personal Photography

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Personal Photography

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Personal Photography
Michigan, 2018

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Personal Photograph
Michigan, 2018

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Personal Photography
Michigan, 2018

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Personal Photography
Michigan, 2018

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Personal Photography
Branson, Missouri, 2018

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Personal Photography
Branson, Missouri, 2018

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Personal Photography
Branson, Missouri, 2018

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Personal Photography,
Branson, Missouri, 2018

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Personal Photography
Sometimes it takes almost losing something, to remember how much it means to you.

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Brick Wall Project

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Brick Wall Project

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Brick Wall Project

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Brick Wall Project