You say that I chose this.
Why would I choose this?
To choose to hide my love.
To choose feeling shame from family.
To choose a moral war within myself.
To choose never to hold my child in my arms.
To choose a wedding my family will not attend.
To choose a life I would not wish on my worst enemy.
But I accept it.
Continue reading “Acceptance”
All alone in the silence,
the heart on the paper has no strings,
Where thoughts and emotions pass us by,
Never truly walking, yet always near,
Invisible presences, both distant and transparent.
Continue reading “In the Hush of Solitude”
This is one of my first ceramics projects and was done using a slab technique to make the form and masking to paint the surface. Spending time with ceramics was an outlet for me to de-stress during a busy senior semester and medical school interview season and I, of course, had to create a piece involving a cow which is my favorite animal. This guy truly brings me joy and is probably my favorite thing I have made despite his imperfections from me being completely new to the hobby.
Growing up next to the sea, almost everyone had heard the phrase, “red sky at night – sailor’s delight; red sky in the morning, sailors take warning”. In Spes Aeternum Oritur, Hope Springs Eternal, a crimson-red sky reveals itself as the news of death, famine, war, and conquest in my homelands spreads across the seas. The waves cresting over as they come to the observer through a grey haze show the fear that comes from the unknowns of human strife. Looking above the horizon, the ghost of a rose – a universal image of love and peace – drips with golden ichor, a gift of the gods promising materialization of the hope, ever present, that humankind will stop destroying each other, that we will again re-value the oath to which all physicians bear credence: beneficence, justice, and autonomy. Until all of Earth’s peoples are free, none of us can be free. Digital oil-on-canvas; submitted as complete as a sketch piece for a physical production CC BY-NC-SA 4.0
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