Gregor's Room A visual response to the short story The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. White Copy Paper, Ink (No Adhesives) Largest sculpture measures 8" x 6" x 4" The sculpture collection reflects my perception of the short story The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. I imagined the content of his room to be minimal and clean at first glance, but when you observe closer it reveals a much dingier and intricate surface. I mixed brown, white, and yellow inks to give it this dingy appearance. I rolled up paper to make up the mattress, leaving it exposed to reflect the tragic narrative of the story. I made the decision to not construct a bed frame, as it did not feel like it was reflective of Gregor's situation. Your eyes are brought into the intricacies of his quilt, but upon further inspection it is torn, tattered, and dirty.
1. My Cat, Nutmeg. She entered my life about three and a half years ago on a whim, and I can't imagine my life without her. She is currently living with me in Ponce as my ESA. While she prefers the warmth of Florida compared to cold New York winters, she does miss having an entire house to roam free in. 2. Film Camera. I have always had a camera in my hand as long as I can remember. My first digital camera was gifted to me at the age of 8 for Christmas. Like most hobbies I have acquired, I often desired to pursue them much sooner than I actually attempted to. I had been wanting to learn how to use film for several years before actually picking up the hobby. Now, three years deep, I am working as a photographer for this upcoming issue of Flagler's Strike Magazine, as well as doing professional paid shoots, nearly exclusively on film. 3. Yarn. Crochet was another hobby I wanted to pick up long before I did. My...
"Talking to a brick wall" Air-dry clay, Ink, Gouache paint, Wood, Yarn. 10" x 5" x 4" This work communicates the idea of the narrative of women's concerns not being taken seriously and addressed at the doctor. Inspiration for this piece transpired from my own personal experience. When I was a child I became suddenly ill and unable to function, and doctors told me I just needed to open my blinds and get out of bed. They refused to take me seriously when I was a child, and most still refuse to this day. My doctor at the time didn't believe me when I told them I was sick, and ended up sending me to a therapist who told me I was in fact, not making it up, I was not depressed, and was in fact sick. The ignorance of doctors is often a death sentence for suffering patients, especially for women. This issue in healthcare needs to be addressed, and this piece aims to highlight the devastation that lies in the wake of ignorance.
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