This is a selection of some collages I have created during my time at UW. Each one holds a different space of time inside of it and is embedded with a unique personal story. I've been selling prints of them at various markets on and off of campus for the past few years and it makes me giggle thinking about someone buying a print and ascribing their own meaning and story to my depiction.
S t o r i e s
Below is a story I wrote my sophomore year that was published in Bricolage Issue 42 my junior year. As expected, reading it now makes me cringe and I'd love to edit it, but oh well still pretty sick.
One of my short stories was published in the Emerald City Literary Magazine, click the photo to read!
My junior year I took an Honors class centered on storytelling (called storytelling in the sciences) and it was one of the coolest Honors classes I've taken. It's not in my main section for that year because it wasn't the most crucial piece of the plot I was living through at the moment, but I had so much fun exploring science communication through the lens of storytelling and being able to explore niche interests (such as why men are ugly) and share my scientific research with the class!
A stream-of-conscious piece of writing I wrote in January of 2025 and shared with my community on Instagram.
This is a cute little vlog I made of the summer of 2023. This was a really silly time in my life-- I was settled into the rhythm of college and school without feeling the weight of future career uncertainty too deeply and felt like I had some time, I had gotten into the LSJ major and was about to apply for Informatics, I was in the thick of my internship with the Alliance for Gun Responsibility, and I had just rediscovered my passion and proclivity for creative writing. Life felt a little bit beautiful so I documented some clips and film photos from late spring and summer into this lovely little edit.
This is an edit of Senior fall, which was a very different time compared to the period of the last edit. I had finished taking the LSAT for the final time, writing my personal statement, harassing people I admire for letters of recommendation, and hurling it all off to 15 law schools. This was an era of uncertainty, confusion, and paralysis because there was nothing I could do but wait. I felt aged and ragged with my future looming over my head and it was all coming to an end. Everything good was so ephemeral. Life was pretty, and I felt it slipping through my fingers.
I want to end this portfolio by talking to you about my love of stories. Reading has shaped my life and, in some ways, I'm sure it's saved my life as well. I cannot imagine the person I would be without the books I have read and the stories I've absorbed. I can describe each year of college by the book that was swimming through my veins at the time.
Year 1 - Donna Tartt, The Secret History.
Year 2 - Written on the Body, Jeanette Winterson
Year 3 - The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Year 4 - The Waves, Virginia Woolf.
To the left is a short review of The Waves I wrote for The Daily and almost a year later, her words are still coming to me in my sleep. I'm sure in a few months I'll be totally hypnotized by a new author and a new piece of writing, but I am hopeful that no matter what it is, I will let the new words join the parade of words that have eroded me over the last two decades, they will find a rhythm, a space in the tidal wave of wisdom that has been making and remaking me since I learned to read. From Junie B Jones to Judy Bloom to Sarah Dessen to Donna Tartt to Mary Shelley, I am a collection of the words I have consumed and am so grateful for the opportunities I've had to create and hurl my words / colors / pictures out into the world, hopefully making and remaking the world of another lucky girl.
