1. My dad's old guitar . He recently got a newer one so I can finally take this one with me, and playing reminds me of him when I'm lonely. 2. Photos from the Yule Ball in Fall '21 . Featuring my good friends. I keep this next to me bed to keep the memories close. 3. A blue die . My middle school civics teacher gave us all a die for good luck on our exams. It was a pun on her name, Mrs. Disinger, and we would call her Mrs. Dice. This is always in my backpack now. 4. A fulfilled Daruma doll. I got this when I first came to college. It is used to set a goal and encourage one to reach it. My goal was to join the St. Augustine Orchestra, which I finally did last semester, so I was able to fill in the second eye. 5. My violin. This instrument is my baby. I've had this one for about four or five years, and I started learning violin almost nine years ago. Violin, and specifically orchestra, are a huge part of my life and identity. 6. My mom's flute. Only recently did ...
Gregor's Room White copy paper, ink (no adhesives used) Largest sculpture measures approx. 8" x 6" x 1" A visual response to the short story The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. An unsettling shade of green washes the blanket that sits atop a dark and spotty mattress. Prison-like bars function as the headboard to this bed. An askew pillow rests at the top of the bed. A small side table, perfect to lean on when confused and wobbly on multiple legs. A shady and dim atmosphere is where Gregor resides day in and out. He might lay nestled amongst the blankets or coiled up in anxiety, though either the bed becomes his sun, revolving around it as the hours tick by, his return to it inevitable.
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