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"Dounia"
9.0 cm x 10.8 cm
Inspired by The Sahel Region of Africa, "Dounia" embodies a mothering figure, an entity of guidance, love, support, and understanding.
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Woodland Series, October 2024
The Woodland Series — a collection of wooden/paper sculptural-works inspired by different forest biomes.
First of the series/completed: March, 2024
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Hyde Isle, November 2024
Contrasted with "Neighborhoods" and others, "Hyde Isle" is very experimental; my premise is: often — sometimes, Hyde Park feels reminiscent of a shore-town — an island perhaps. Seagulls squawk overhead on rooftops and light-poles; the fog gets thick, and rolls over the fluctuating hills and slopes; covering churches, homes, and morning commuters; the distant-view is calm, the lighting is soft — I can practically hear and see the pseudo-waves crashing against the pseudo-shore-line.
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Flowering Dogwood, July 2025
Bitterly-sweet, this young-tree, planted in a Hyde Park resident's front-yard — they will unfortunately live a life of lonesome, unable to communicate with their own — but hopefully with chance and care, they will live happily-alone in a mutualistic-relationship with the resident. And similarly, I had asked the shrewd silverleaf-maple outside my backyard, to take care of the young flowering-dogwood planted near. Maybe, resources will be shared and kinship will be formed; but perhaps it's happening already, as the dogwood is flowering and looking healthy.
The silverleaf maple had surely sensed and moaned the loss of their friends, or family over the years — stumps seen protruding near and far from the newly-planted dogwood.
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Germinating a Redwood, July 2025
Last November while biking through the arboretum, I found myself stuffing redwood-cones down my tucked-shirt — I had no-bag, no pockets, and it was without a doubt my only option of carry.
Having learned I had to mimic the climate-cycle for hopes of germination, I placed the cones inside a glass-pot near my bedroom window, and I cracked the window just enough to let some-cold inside. And it worked!
Fast forward to April, the seeds had fully-germinated and they were beautiful (I'll add a photo of the sprouting-seeds later).
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Solace Through Trees, January 2025
Better than Jazz, would you believe it.
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A Whole-Lotta Noise Pollution, January 2025
Their tires, their engines; cars are so loud!
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Roots, Trunks, Trees, November 2024
Mildly Cold; barely warm — I biked through the arboretum while precariously looking ahead and maintaining a wondering-eye; admiring and stopping for their energies when approached.
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Fish Out of Sea, November 2024
A fish washes into a sea-puddle; bounded and stuck, it misses the vastness of the ocean — but moments later, or what feels like an eternity, the fish washes back by a high tide.
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How Thoughts Manifest, September 2024
In an attempt to simplify my life; the way I view life and go through life — I had unfortunately allowed the anxieties of my various thoughts to be the enemy. I need to work on identifying my anxieties faster, before they establish themselves as an enemy/threat.
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Romanticizing My Biking Experience, September 2024
I really dislike riding around Boston; between them big-ugly pickup-trucks intentionally, ignorantly speeding pass, and the entitled-SUVs — biking anywhere on the streets is hellish. Side-note: cars, and car-infrastructure is killing the planet, the solution is not planting more trees, it's removing car-infrastructure from this earth — full-stop.
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Sun-Kiss, September 2024
Have you ever been sun-kissed; it's nice, and it's only ever a sun-kiss if it is tolerable, meaning, the sunlight isn't harsh, or damaging.
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They Talk, and They Gossip, August 2024
I've been told to enter a cluster of trees with respect, patience and humility. Our energies are felt; our intentions are felt — and to be embraced by them; be welcomed and harmonious with them, we must at the very short-instance of entering, decide to return to nature.
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Watering Trees, Hot Days, Hot Dogs, August 2024
On hot summer days like these — dogs on walks panting, tongue out, sluggish; pedestrians hanging right to avoid sunlight, irritated, uncomfortable, sleepy — the trees are often ignored; very ironic. We need to prioritize our trees; water them, protect them and advocate for them.
Anxiety, Tree Canopies & A Salamander, August 2024
Anxious all-throughout the day — I felt fatigue, confused and tempered; I was not myself. But, up high, looking above the trees felt wonderful, and down-low, to see a salamander, felt wondrous.
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Improvising Until A Song, July 2024
Improvising until I get a song, strictly by feel and emotions. I'll upload more as the song progresses.
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Forest Ground, Forest Feet, July 2024
Even my socks are one with nature — matchy McMatch.
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Trails of Hearts, July 2024
Sharing spaces — spaces and places of comfort, is the theme of these three-photos.
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Pleasantly Vulgar, July 2024
I was repeatedly muttering: "ahh beautiful — o'yeah, beautiful," before my friend mentioned the trees were all dead — I didn't even notice, I was admiring the lighting, the composition — the beauty of the scene — it was pleasantly vulgar — even when the trees were dead, they still demanded presence and my admiration.
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A Day and an Adventure With Music, June - July 2024
I had spent a day at the Harvard Arboretum — I was up a hill — there, among the trees, and here, under a Black Oak tree.
I had spent an hour at the Harvard Arboretum — I was on a bench, people-watching and playing the ukulele.
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"Masoya" is a short story inspired by Jazz.
