The intention of my art is to create an outlet for misery. There seems to be this unspoken rule in society, now more than ever with the invention of social media, that you need to be happy, constantly. And while it’s obviously preferable not to feel down and to be your best self 100% of the time, it’s simply unrealistic. In my personal life, I get most of my inspiration while I’m in my deepest depressions or moments of insufferable angst— they don’t call us “moody” teenagers for nothing!— but there’s something so gratifying about putting these inexplicable emotions into a corporeal form. Being able to physically hold those negative feelings and terrifying thoughts in the palm of my hand… my problems feel so small! So manageable. Like I can take this handful of pain, and literally set it aside somewhere else, not to hide from it, but to appreciate it; it embodies the beauty of being human. But this agony sink isn’t just for me, it’s for anyone who stumbles upon it and can accept how wonderful ugliness can be. When others see my work, I hope that they can realize they aren’t alone. We all feel ugly sometimes, and being able to change your perception of it can help you accept it. Over the years, I’ve found that I truly want to pursue art— I don’t want it to just be a part of my life anymore, I want it to consume me. I plan to complete a BFA in Computer Animation and I chose this as my major because I love telling stories, especially ones where characters learn to welcome their melancholia; my favorite scenes to write are those of catharsis! But my ultimate goal, I’d say, is to bring comfort to those who are uncomfortable.