The Human Contradiction

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the human contradiction

The creature had long since forgotten what it once was. Deep within the hollow caverns of its mind, something stirred—a memory not fully extinguished, the echo of a time when it had been whole. It knew, in some distant and unreachable way, that it had once been strong, built for movement, for wind, for open space. But now, it was something else. Something collapsed.

It sat hunched, limbs folded in ways they were never meant to be, bones pushing against its weathered skin like remnants of a ruin. Its face, a grotesque grimace of something that had once resembled a smile, tilted upward toward the star it held—a fragile, glowing thing tethered by a thin, unraveling thread. The light was almost too bright to bear.

It did not know if it had captured the star or if the star had captured it. But the warmth of it, the sheer radiance, filled the space between its ribs with something dangerous: a flicker of yearning.

The creature had spent a lifetime chasing that feeling. It had walked through the fire of its own desire, endured the pain of reaching and never quite grasping. The yearning had driven it forward, made it claw toward an idea of something better, something higher. And yet, every attempt to hold onto it had only worn it down, hollowed it out.

Now, confronted by this impossible light, it no longer knew if it was a victor or a fool, at the point of exctasy or pain The star glowed, beautiful and cruel, as though it had been waiting for this moment—to reveal, finally, the universal truth the creature had refused to see.

The most human of conditions where moral duties and hidden desires coexist.

“DOMESTIC

DESIRES”

- hand drawn charcoal and spraypaint on paper, 34” x 44”

1 - collaged conflicts housewife’s blade farmer’s son lost in daydream the hunter’s siren prayer and pleasure

- algorithmic mysticism

collaged conflicts

reflecting on the conflicting relationships of morality, assimilation, individuality, uniform and vanity to explore new silhouettes, construction methods, materials, textures and stylistic contexts.

fashion sketch through collage

housewife’s blade

She polishes silver till it gleams like the past, folds linens with care, makes beauty hold fast— She sharpens the knife with a graceful hand, yet the flame in her kitchen is never just warm, for love is a feast she must fight to transform.

cowhide patchwork apron over cowhide column dress and leather belt corset.

farmer’s son fading into daydream

By dawn, he toils where his father has sown, by dusk, he wanders through dreams of his own— roots in the earth, but his heart overgrown.

jumpsuit and apron set in grass-print organza, tied with bows and goose feather embellishments.

the hunter’s siren

By daylight, a whisper, soft and unseen, by night, she shimmers—a fleeting dream— caught in his gaze, yet never his to keep.

intarsia dress of circular tulle cutouts stamped with maple leaves.

prayer and pleasure -

By daylight, hands clasped in devout refrain, by night, they tremble in leather and chain— both prayers and pleasures whispered the same.

long cape of polished vinyl, leather whips, and chain embelishments.

Digital manipulations of familiar objects past their function towards formal interpretations.

A study of objective computational techniques, ordinary nomenclature of american cultural objects and traditional notions of beauty.

Techno-Couture

An observation in subverting traditional couture references into new, counterculture contexts.

architecture - skid row denim + apparel foundation

NEW FOUNDATION FOR A DENIM APPAREL HOUSE. THE BROADWAY TRADE CENTER. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES USC; ARCH302B; STUDIO DANIELSON. SPRING 2023

conception of a project trough initial philisophical reasoning, shape making, cultural inspiration, and final styling.

SKID ROW DENIM APPAREL

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