Following the high profile cases of sexual harassment in Hollywood, women in Science are coming forward to confront it. (Process post posted on Blog.)
Art Direction: Michael Mrak
For an article where a woman, after coming out as a bisexual, was constantly "corrected" and stopped from expressing herself at work.
Art Direction: Florian Bachleda
Book jacket made for a young adult novel in which the protagonist is an android. The story takes place in dystopian Delhi, a city in India.
Art Direction: Meena Rajasekaran
Artwork made for Light Grey Art Lab's Camouflage show.
Artwork inspired by movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind; originally created for Gallery1988 Focus Featues Show.
A summer memory of when my sister took me to pick mulberries.
A man, traveling a long time through wild regions, desires for a city where he will meet women. The dreamed-of city contained him as a young man. He arrives at the city in his old age. Desires are already memories. - Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino
The sailor discerns the city on the coastline as camels from whose pack hang bags of candied fruits and sees himself being taken away from the desert of the sea, toward oases of fresh water in the palm trees, toward palaces where girls are dancing barefoot, moving their arms, half-hidden by their veils, and half-revealed. -Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino
In the city of Hypatia, when a traveler wants no stimulus or nourishment save music, he knows it is to be sought in the cemeteries where the musicians hide in the tombs. -Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino
The city, shrouded in milky mist, brings bangs of firecrackers at one time and explosions from a civil war at other times. Travelers on the plateau look down from the height and conjecture about what is happening. Irene is a name for a city in the distance. - Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino
Nothing of the city Baucis, hidden behind clouds, touches the ground except its long flamingo legs. But the inhabitants examine the earth leaf by leaf with their spyglasses aimed downwards contemplating with fascination their own absence.- Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino