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Movin’ on Up.

For the past three years, I’ve been doing the New York grind. Trying to figure out what  allured me to the city in the first place. I was born across the river staring at the city for just less than a year before we moved to Florida. I was inundated with media from a young age and started drawing young as well. In the early 90′s New York was everything in Florida. Everything was modeled after it and soon I became that way as well. 

In High School, I ran away from art until senior year where it really started to sink in that I could be doing something with art, design, and video. At 16 years old, I was designing advertisements for a women’s shoe store; making full-length skateboarding videos with my friends, and drawing characters inspired by Japanese role-playing video games. 

Even so, it wasn’t until college where I realized what I could do, I began freelancing in my spare time. For the past 10 years, I have devoted myself to improving my “new” art; trying to test everything out and forge my own style.

For the past three years, I have been in living in Brooklyn and working in apartments, restaurants, supermarkets, and in branding firms. In all this time, I have become quite versed in the Adobe Creative Suite and much more confident in my ability to succeed and evolve in this brave new world. I currently work as Creative Director of MYN North America, a branding firm in Union Square, Manhattan; and as Creative Director of North Side LLC., a expanding restaurant group based in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.  I have used Elance and Upwork for the last couple years to great success in my spare time. I recently came across Toptal, a top tier design outsourcing website. It looks to be the next step up. I just applied and am looking forward to where my skills can be taken when met with the grandiose ideas and capability of Toptal Freelance Visual Designers Network.

Cheers to the future.

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6 months worth of nearly useless notes

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I knew you were trouble when you walked in.

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I’m in Brooklyn!

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Ed Hodgkinson

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#moma

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It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home. Not all men. I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot. Not all men. Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive. Not all men. Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame. Not all men. Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed: “Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!” “Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P” Another sexist comment… Another sexist comment… Another sexist comment… I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words… Not all men. Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning: -Don’t ever talk to strange men -Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place -Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy? Not all men. It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing. I’m a 17 year old girl. When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men. When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men. When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men. When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men. Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be. Not. All. Men.

a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)

I am almost in tears because this hit me so hard

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This just makes me feel terrible. Things are better than they have ever been. Things are worse than they have ever been.

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The Wave

Wooden Staircase in Mumbai apartment

by: Mexican Architects http://www.arqmov.com

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Tássia Bianchini, Untitled - 2014

Oil on paper - 40 x 51 cm 

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Fuck it, going back to re blogging whatever I like.

Casey Weldon’s “Novel Relic" at Roq La Rue.

Casey Weldon will have a spectacular set of new paintings on display starting tonight, Thursday August 7th, 2014, at Roq La Rue in Seattle, Washington for his show entitled “Novel Relic.”  Working to evoke nostalgia in his viewers, Casey’s work often takes the strange and mixes it with pop culture, resulting in a one of a kind style.  These set of paintings see Casey particularly focusing in on technology and nature.

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The real #cocacola advertising I am up against. #depressed

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#drawing a little bit

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#flower #drawing

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The #artist @steveyancar

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Just got my #cocacola delivery ...to my local store...