behavioral
below are my projects that go beyond the scope of .png or paper: these projects affect me and my lifestyle, thereby my behavior, directly. essentially, they affect the grand, overarching structures that govern my life, and maybe my designs can give you a chance to examine your behaviors in a positive way, too!
left hand, wrong hand
wherein i re-train my hands to challenge me mentally and to help me better “fit in” to how artistic instruction is offered: right-handed
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growing up catholic meant i knew the difference between left-handed and right-handed people, and deeply. why did i know the difference? because the difference meant heaven and hell, literally.
the right, the righteous, and the right-handed were on the side of heaven, and left-handedness, or being sinister, was on the side of hell.
what does being sinister mean, exactly? well, first off, catholics thought i was devious. no joke--adults told me i was going to hell for being left-handed. but sinister really means to be a creature that commits sin, to be full of sin.
and what does sin mean? think back on your Spanish language lessons. sin means 'without' -- and, in this case, without the glory, mercy, or love of god. that's truly what it means to sin, and to be full of sin means to be without god's glory or god's love.
imagine being told that as a seven year old just trying to figure out how to write with a pen. i didn't have time for other people's god hang-ups, i was busy trying to figure out why fridge and refrigerator were the same object but not the same word.
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while being left-handed has afforded me a unique window into the design thinking of right-handed people, i must say bluntly: i never asked to be left handed, especially in this very rigid, mean, and unforgivingly one-sided world. the hassle i have experienced at the hands of other humans (pun intended) has been nearly non-existent as an adult, and it was sporadic as a kid, but it was deeply pointed.
but, a lament can offer as much hope as sadness, so i will say that, despite not necessarily wanting to stick around on this earthly plane, i have stuck around to try to be a tiny little thorn in the side of a cookie-cutter down-pat world where everyone is expected to write and think and act the same.
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vegetarianism: living without meat
why vegetarianism?
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while i was diagnosed with thrombocytopenia at the ripe ol' age of thirty, my hematologist believed that i first developed this autoimmune disease when i was eleven or twelve. i have struggled with bodily inflammation, exhaustion, and pain my whole life, and vegetarianism offered me an alternative path to eating so much food that was difficult to digest or that would inflame me.
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meat has always been the most expensive part of any modern american's diet. by eliminating meat from my diet, my partner and i save countless hundreds of dollars on our grocery trips. only buying fresh and frozen vegetables, canned and dried goods, and some meat substitutes, my fiance and i rarely break three-digit grocery bills every week.
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i feel extreme and terrible remorse for eating meat. some time in my mid- to late-twenties, i began to feel too guilty to eat meat—i would think about all of the cows and pigs and sheep and other animals, living terrified, cramped lives, being sent to die for no reason other than for the consumptive pleasure of some species that happened to bully those animals into submission. i couldn't shake it for so long that i finally allowed that moral horror to dictate my diet.