As the school year dawned on me, I found myself missing the feeling of summer. I missed the brightness of the sun, the feeling of the pool's water against my skin, and the pure joy felt by the lack of responsibilities. This work was made to push my…
I decided to remake J.C. Leyendecker’s piece, “The Football Player,” in a way that empowers and comments on the conflict of transgender athletes. In particular, I chose to represent Lia Thomas, who is the first openly transgender person to win a NCAA…
This play is unique in the Onitsha collection for several important reasons.It was written just after the Biafran War, described by the playwright as "the shooting war," (pg.2). Additionally, it has a definite production history. It was performed for…
My mother and I made an agreement to dye each other's hair. Mine is usually a vibrant color like purple or pink and my mother is a medium blonde and uses it to cover her grey hair. Every time I cover my mother's grey hair with dye, I realize her age…
I had the opportunity to take Mike Sinclair's Photo 500: City as Subject class, it was an unforgettable experience that allowed me the opportunity to grow as a photographer. This photograph represents how beauty can be found everywhere, even next to…
Mental Health is important for everyone, including me. If I didn't take my medications, especially my antidepressants, life would be a lot harder and a hell of a lot darker.
I remember feeling overwhelmed with emotions as I viewed the city from the top of City Hall in Kansas City, it was so incredibly different from this far up, so peaceful and quiet. Walking around the observation deck, I could see the city in all of…
A project that began as self-love turned into something that confronted a major issue in media and society. The media often portrays women as objects that can be sexually objectified just because they show a little skin. Women are portrayed as weak…
This photograph is part of a series titled "The Time Between Us" about documenting the time I have left with my aging mother. Through the years as I watched my mother age, I've realized that age could never hide her beauty. Fifty, Sixty, or Seventy…