DESIRE — WOO Spring / Summer 2022 Issue

WOO SPRING / SUMMER ‘22 ISSUE

TableofC Team (p.4) Directors’ Letters (p.6) Rot with Me by Jake Kimble (p.8) HEAT by Austin Neufeld (p.10) HERE THEY ARE by Miguel Morales (p.12) Suck It by Carrie Braybrooks (p.14) This Place by Aretha Pereira (p.16) Desire of Pomegranates by Defne Taslicay (p.18) Chinese Opera Singer by Eileen Widjaja (p.20) Cheeks by Joshua Louie (p.22) The Ask and The Answer (Bird Man Man Heart)

by Bella Roberts (p.24) Beauty of Grey by Anoushka Nair (p.26) What’s for Dinner? by Paula Torres (p.28) The Tasteful Desire of My Passion Fashion

by Shamsa Malek (p.30) A Conversation with Andi Font (p.34) A Love Poem Beginning with a Line by Sappho

by Madeleine Salomons (p.36)

Contents: WOO Survival Guide (p.38) The Maid by Diego Cruz (p.46) Childlike Innocence by Yi Fang (p.48) To Be One of Them by Kin Godwin Chua (p.50) Synced Breath by Cameron Kletke (p.52) Loving Inside Out by Madeleine Salomons (p.54) Let Me Hold You Tenderly My Friend

by Leanne Plisic (p.58) Physical Touch by Laurensia Vinny Yaputri (p.60) The Land of a Thousand Burning Embers

by Parumveer Walia (p.62) Login_Screen by Guillaume Saur (p.64) Fall Back in Love with Life by Joanna Liang (p.66) Alternate Realities by Mia Leier (p.68) Spell of the Tortured Artist by Cheryl Wong (p.72) *Sigh* Stay a Little Longer, Stay–With Me…

by Tammo Fouad (p.74)

WOO PUBLICATION SPRING/SUMMER 2022 ISSUE DESIRE

Editor-in-Chief: Kin Godwin Chua Creative Director: Carrie Braybrooks Design Team: Luiza Coulaud, Lucy Fournier, Austin Neufeld, Aily Nishioka, Laurensia Vinny Yaputri, & Jasmine Wong

Media Director: Joshua Louie Media Team: Jordan Beaumont, Brandon Chan, Charlie Mahoney Volk, & Jade Sawotin Editorial Director: Madeleine Salomons Editorial Team: Diego Cruz, Anoushka Nair, Aretha Pereira, Parumveer Walia, & Cheryl Wong

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Personal desire is something I’ve had trouble prioritizing at times. I think this partly originates from growing up with parents who are hardworking and conservative with indulgence. My design education may also be a more recent contributor to this, as we are taught to constantly question the impulse to consume or engage in material desires. I generally like this altruistic mindset of putting the needs and desires of others first. However, I also recognize the opportunities for enjoyment and learning that come with simply being more spontaneous or responding to wants that may appear frivolous at first thought.

Perhaps this is a better approach than neglecting desires until they take control in less ideal ways.

I’ll continue to reflect on this relationship with desire and I invite you to do the same as you flip through this issue. What are your desires? What brings you pleasure, delight, joy, and peace? I hope you find the time and energy for these things, whatever they may be!

Thank you so much to my fellow WOO Directors and the Spring/Summer 2022 Team. It has been a pleasure to continue creating and collaborating with you all. Big thanks as well to everyone who submitted works to this issue and anyone who picks up a copy.

We do this for you! Finally, I’d like to respectfully acknowledge on behalf of the team that the land on which this issue was produced is situated on unceded, traditional and ancestral territories of the xʷməθkʷəy ə̓ m (Musqueam), Sḵwx̱ wú7mesh Úxwumixw ̓ ̓ ətaʔɬ (Tsleil-Waututh) peoples.

(Squamish) and səl ilw WOO Publication stands in solidarity with BIPOC communities and we are always open to feedback, concerns, and suggestions.

Kin Godwin Chua Editor-In-Chief

These are the thoughts that were running through my head when Kin and I and the rest of the WOO Team decided on this issue’s theme of Desire. We really wanted people to take a moment to think about their wants, needs, desires. What brings them pleasure, delight, joy.

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My hope is that this issue will inspire you to lean further into your desires. Enjoy life.

Suck life dry for every ounce of joy you can.

This sounds aggressive but that’s how much I want to drive this point home. Life is full of things that we don’t want to do so if a walk in the sun when you should be studying or ordering that dessert when you said you would try to cut down or buying a round of drinks for your friends when you said you should be saving money will make you happy in that moment, why not do it? Consider how detrimental it really is in the long run and you may realize it isn’t at all.

ARTWORK NAME BY WHO

Not to bring everything back to the pandemic but… yeah I’m gonna do it. 2022 is here and we’ve regained some semblance of normal in our lives. For me personally, this has prompted a much-needed period of reflection and reassessment. I started deprioritizing what isn’t contributing to a larger goal of mine or what simply isn’t bringing me joy, and prioritizing the small day-to-day things that bring a smile to my face as well as the larger things that make me feel alive.

Hustle culture is dead—rightfully so. We’ve finally started focusing more on what is of personal value to us and spending those same 24 hours we’ve always had in ways that are more meaningful to us.

A big thank you to the Spring/Summer ’22 team for your hard work, creativity, and dedication over the course of this issue. And another huge thank you to my fellow directors; Kin, Josh, and Madeleine for being such an incredible support system from day one. I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: I could not have done it without you. Thank you for allowing me to spout ideas left right and centre, some reasonable and some not, and then helping me to either achieve them or realize the error in my ways [laugh emoji].

This issue is all about indulgence. Pleasures.

Desires. I hope you find yours.

Carrie Braybrooks

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ROT WIITH ME BY JAKE KIMBLE

Jake Kimble Alumni Photography [2022] @jakekimble

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Austin Neufeld Year 4 Communication Design Digital Collage [2022] @an.dzin

HEAT BY AUSTIN NEUFELD

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HEAT is a thermal heat-mapped collage of compromising self portraits. It explores topics of sex, vanity, intimacy, trust, secrecy, and privacy in a digital age.

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Miguel Morales Year 3 Visual Arts Acrylic on paper [2021] @migsnmorale

HERE THEY ARE BY MIGUEL MORALES

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This painting series works to reflect myself and how to love myself in full. The portrait work reflects self indulgence, an act of pleasure, self love and worth.

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Carrie Braybrooks Year 4 Communication Design Photography [2017] carriebraybrooks.com

SUCK IT BY CARRIE BRAYBROOKS

If you’re reading this, it’s your sign to indulge.

Life is short. Figure out what you truly desire and grab it.

Everything that isn’t serving you can go suck it.

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This home is grounded.

Everything in its place. The objects are a timeline – you belonged there, and there, and also there at one point. Inhabiting each item through pictures and rocks and artwork and sun. There’s a landscape painting done by your father maybe 20 years ago?

He denies any artistic talent and yet. The shelf it hangs above is carefully curated, string lights have been installed to make it feel like a very professional museum. It’s obvious that everyone here has an eye for details.

The kitchen is central even though it’s not. A long hallway of its own, white cabinets and a handpicked backsplash. The tiles were expensive but still inexpensive – you can get anything at DragonMart. The swinging door is a hazard that only you truly seem concerned about. Cupboards are full – brimming – with things that last. In one of them there is a mug that is covered in images of other tiny mugs. Soon you’ll take it with you, a reminder that home can be tangible. The oldest thing you own is probably in this room.

What is the time?

What do you see?

4. The clock in here is five minutes fast.

1. There are no flags on the walls.

What do you hear?

2. Parrots.

What is that feeling in your fingers?

3. Cold air.

There is so much history in temporary places. How temporary can a bedroom feel? This is the first space where time is visible.

Some books sit on floating bookshelves which you were definitely into before anyone else. The rest of them live in this square box on wheels which you inherited and then vandalized, made it completely your own, stickers and all. A phone fits perfectly into one of its corners, a good spot to record yourself learning this song on the keyboard. The video picks up every creak the

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When did you paint those canvases?

5. Midnight, with fumes in the air.

What’s the best thing here?

7. Terraces are nostalgic.

What do you see, here?

8. Trees. And flowers.

Who lived here before?

9. What?

Do you love it here?

12. Yes It is impossible to feel uncentered when you see a place like this. Attaching negativity to things that move rather than place.

You don’t blame a house because the houses do not last. And, conveniently, they don’t move either.

Why is that relevant?

13. Because space is objective.

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Why did you do that?

The next room is the messiest. Full of things that all have places but never remain in them. A lace mask from a vendor in Venice which sits next to a ceramic mask that you don’t remember the origin of. A carpet from a bus tour in Turkey. Another painting.

Tucked in a little corner is a makeshift studio desk you built with your Dad. A plank of wood on top of two shelves you got for free.

A colour wheel from the Golden Acrylics Colour Theory set stuck on the wall to cover up the electrical box. A lamp that blows out every single lightbulb you put in. Back in the main space, there aren’t enough chairs for everyone because you sold the couch to make space for an industrial sewing machine. It’s 12 feet long.

And worth every inch.

Outside it is hot. The floor is boiling and is a very good place to trigger your senses. You are somehow so alert when also dripping in sweat, but maybe lying down and squinting at the sky will make things slow down a bit. Take another photo of the lamp and the single nail on that wall to add to a collection of photos which mean everything. You wrote a little story about perspective, white blood cells and capillaries out here. Listened to Porter Robinson and came up with the line “A pipette in space dropping a bead of midnight blue every few minutes” to describe the sunset. “It’s 42 degrees outside” you tell your friends and they say “Ugh”. Count how many moments and minutes you have sat out here burning and pretending not to.

11. No.

6. The desk.

You don’t know?

THIS PLACE BY ARETHA PEREIRA

Yamaha from 2001 makes. On either side of the bed, there are metal side tables you picked out yourself, specifically because they were the only white option at IKEA without drawers - you absolutely cannot be trusted with drawers. You can see growth, which is terrifying and special. There is a certain kind of fear of permanence.

You’ll keep coming back. At this moment, no one is actually there. You imagine an empty house with empty silences, except for the parrots. You think about how someone is still probably watering the plants, checking on the garden, and making sure there’ll be food in the fridge when everyone returns. This place is always here, even when it won’t be. That big tree will always be visible from outside your window. That crack in the outside wall will never get fixed. The ground on the terrace will continue to scorch feet and backs. And you will return and leave and stay and go and always ache to be back.

Who lived here before?

And does that make sense?

10. Oh. 14. Yeah. That’s okay.

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My materials were digital art with an emphasis on an acrylic paint style too show texture, shine, beauty and alive depiction of the pomegranates.

Defne Taslicay Year 1 Foundation Digital Illustration [2021] @defnelamode

DESIRE OF POMEGRANATES BY DEFNE TASLICAY

Desire of My processes included observation of ripe pomegranates, developing my idea of the beauty within life through colour and form. I wanted to show how fruits can be beautiful and desirable in a natural environment.

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CHINESE OPERA

singer As odd as this sounds, one of my favourite things to do when I’m burnt out and tired from work is to go online to watch traditional Chinese Opera, also known as Xiqu. It's an impulse to search up these colorful dresses, beautiful headpieces, and songs when I'm lacking a spark of creativity or simply just looking for inspiration. I vaguely remember my grandma watching Chinese Opera on TV when I was little and showed no interest. Now, I long to see and experience the performances in real life. As an appreciation of the joy this culture and form of art brings me, I drew a Cantonese Opera singer, my favorite type of opera, known for its lyrical storytelling and colorful costumes.

Eileen Widjaja Year 4 3D Animation Clip Studio Paint [2022] @lencordeline

CHINESE OPERA SINGER BY EILEEN WIDJAJA

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Joshua Louie Year 4 Interaction Design Mixed Media [2022] @joshualouie.jpg Cheeks is a compilation of images resembling butt cheeks. The piece is a commentary on oversexualization, as the majority of initial impressions most likely presume these forms to be ass cheeks rather than the crease between a forearm and bicep.

Highlighting the idea of desire, does the mention that one these images is an actual ass entice you?

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CHEEKS BY JOSHUA LOUIE

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THE ASK AND THE

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Bella Roberts Year 2 Critical and Cultural Practices Ceramics [2021] @blancasroom

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This piece is an exploration of access to the “inner self” and the process of self-actualization. Inner monologue, selfdom, and individuality are themes that commonly make their way into my work. The bird head alludes to ideas surrounding spirituality, self-worth, and my own personal connection to crows/ ravens. By expressing my desire to further develop my sense of self, I hope to invite the viewer to consider the experiences in their lives that have brought about this moment of “self-connection”. What opens up your little heart door?

THE ASK AND THE ANSWER BY BELLA ROBERTS

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TY OF GR IF YOU KNEW YOU WOULDN’T FAIL, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

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s time went by, I eventually asked this question to around 20 people in my life. And they all gave me beautiful and thoughtful answers.

Some said they’d wish their close ones a prosperous and abundant life, some expressed their wishes to eradicate global issues, while the others dreamt of personal achievements that would make their family proud. Every one of these scenarios made me smile and appreciate their company in my life. However, on this particular lazy and comfy winter evening, I happened to ask my friend this question. And her answer made me stop.

If I knew I wouldn't fail then I might start to loose the essence of competition. I would fall off track easily because if I knew how the end result would be, maybe I wouldn't put in as much effort and dedication as I normally do. Without failure, there is neither experience nor anything worth learning and growing for. We all strive for success but what actually carves us and pushes us forward is failure. So even if I had a chance to know about the outcome, I would rather not know it at all.

At first, I didn’t know what to do with her response. I thankfully received it but it’s paradigm made me turn in my seat. Desire isn’t meant to be undesirable. Failure isn’t meant to be comforting. These words are like a spell I cast on myself every now and then. Since I can remember, I always assumed everyone considered desire to be inherently related to success. And I still don’t think I’m wrong per se, but I’ve come to realize I was far from being right.

Looking back at her response–I felt silly, almost oblivious, if you would. I felt like I hadn’t quite captured the essence of the question I was asking. She denied herself the certainty of success… out of respect for the experience of failure. She didn’t state she desired failure, simply that she refuses a life without it. Honestly speaking, I asked this question in hopes to get a glimpse at her truest desire–and I ended up questioning mine. So I ended up researching on desire. Ridiculous, isn’t it? Asking all the questions I could come up with. I even watched a couple of movies, read a few stories and listened to different music. According to various sources→ What is desire–the feeling of craving for something or someone. What is an example of desire–the feeling before a goodnight kiss (Hold my hair back, I think I need to puke)...

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH – WHY IS THIS SO HARD?!!!!

By now, I don’t even wanna continue down this path–but her answer firmly made me want to change the definition of desire in my life.

ThEeSiRe??

DIsYRe.

ThIsEyre!!

Oh–I think I found it. That space, what’s it called??? I don’t believe we have a name for it yet. Doesn’t matter. But I’m pretty sure you all know what I’m talking about. The one that joins happiness with grief. The one that mixes life with death. The space that doesn’t have a template. The space that doesn’t discriminate.

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Wherever I equated desire with success, I willingly became ignorant to the fact that failure isn’t the opposite of success. It lived right next door. But speaking of happy– sad, good–bad, left–right makes life two dimensional (literally).

Wishing life to be grey doesn’t mean it’s dull and paradoxically lifeless or fossilized.

That’s probably the equation I would have formulated a few years ago. However, I’ve noticed that hoping for a grey existence implies embodying one that explicitly contains various tones, tints and shades of different colours. It also implies recognising that there are going to be days filled with bright and colourful scenarios as well as days filled with dark and unpleasant instances.

You know what, to make things easier, let’s name it grey. At this point, I can see some eyes drooping and somes faces cringing, but let’s work towards the end of this. Why the name grey? Because if you try to mix every colour of our palette, you’ll probably make this mud-like grey hue. And the way I see it, I wish every single life is gracefully grey.

BEAUTY OF GREY BY ANOUSHKA NAIR

GREY Desire?

An everlasting equation–with one of two answers we all get to pick, for the rest of our lives. That’s why, thinking of my desire, it’s making sure my life doesn’t end up to be a pile of rocks, stacked one on top of the other. Rigid, with no motion. It’s wishing for life to be like flowing water.

Clear, dynamic and flexible. Not looking for the black and white in every possible situation, but every now and then, getting to thrive in the beauty of grey.

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The desire of attraction that a dish can cause, starts from the platter and presentation of the same. Both appearance and taste are key components for creating a whole experience of enjoyment.

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Paula Torres Year 4 Industrial Design Ceramics [2021] @l.ucata

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THE TASTEFUL OF MY PASSION FASHION Shamsa Malek Year 2 Communication Design Digital Collage [2022] @venerefiori

THE TASTEFUL DESIRE BY SHAMSA MALEK

Fashionisalwaysa demandanddesire formany.

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These are fashion collage pieces that are inspired by the typeface Didot because the typeface is mainly found within the fashion industry. Fashion and couture are a big desire of mine ever since I was 5 years old, each collage is inspired by different decades, eras, periods of fashion.

THE TASTEFUL DESIRE BY SHAMSA MALEK

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“I’d say hyper fixation, parental encouragement, cultural pride, academic struggles, fandom, and mythology shaped me into the artist I am now.”

I think a big part of it was my parent’s culture, especially my nantli’s (mothers). My dad is Puerto Rican and my nantli is Mexican and if there’s one thing Mexico is known for is Frida Kahlo, so any interest shown in art is highly nurtured because of that cultural pride, and my mother was the same. She’d gift me supplies, buy me books on famous artists, or take me to museums to see an artwork in person. Add onto that, art was one of the few subjects in school I actually excelled at, in fact, it was the only subject where I never got anything below an A-.

My style and my art are both unapologetically Latino and Mestizo.

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Another contributing factor, in regards to storytelling at least, is the number of cultural myths and legends I was exposed to as a child. My parents worked for the US embassy so I grew up in 7 countries and had to move every three years due to my parents’ post changing. This led to me being exposed to vastly different cultures, national legends, and mythology. In the international schools I attended, they’d usually have a separate class that focused on teaching students about the country’s history, language, and folklore. So I grew up reading stories about Snegurocka, Anansi, Hanuman, Rhodpis, etc. I even had this book that was a compilation of southern African tales I read so much, the pages started falling out, and I had memorized the whole book. So, I’d say hyper fixation, parental encouragement, cultural pride, academic struggles, fandom, and mythology shaped me into the artist I am now.

And my characters are the same. The majority of them are Latino, Mestizo, and Indigenous, and their clothing and design reflect that. I have a character that wears a mixture of pre-hispanic Yucatec Maya clothing and 17th-century pirate fashion; another that has a style that can only be described as jibaro meets magical girl; I even have a character in a Huipil version of the strawberry dress.

Then fandom and fan culture became a part of my life in middle school, which led to me discovering amazing artists online and being inspired to create my own fan art. There was an online artist that was really famous in the Percy Jackson Fandom, Viria (Viktoria Ridzel), and her artwork just fascinated me, to this day I hope my art will one day look as amazing as hers.

Abuela’s huipil with a strawberry bunny balaclava I crocheted, I wear big hoop earrings and door knockers, I make my eyeliner long and sharp, I wear guayaberas with platform sneakers.

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Like most artists, I’ve been drawing ever since I could hold a pencil and make squiggly lines on a piece of paper. I would say art started as a hyper fixation for me (I have ADHD) – the actual act of dragging a crayon or oil pastel across paper felt very soothing to me as a kid. Art eventually grew into a passion of mine thanks to the encouragement of my parents.

One of my goals for the future was to one day own and operate an animation studio that could rival the likes of Disney. But as I’ve grown, I’ve come to the realization that I don’t have the personality or skills to run a company that size. Instead, I would rather just have a job at Cartoon Network or Dreamworks as a creator and hopefully, run my own projects and shows someday. It’s a relatively smaller goal in comparison to running a studio but I still get to create and put my stories out there.

I would say my art and personal style are visually similar – bright loud colors, cultural elements/items, and prominent eyeliner.

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Both my artworks and style are outlets for me to express my cultural heritage. I try to integrate traditional clothing pieces with elements of my more ‘alternative’ sense of fashion. My favorite pairs of earrings are in clay with the head of the Aztec god Xochipilli, and another pair is a baby pink resin cast of the island of Puerto Rico. I have a tank top with an embroidered image of Kero Keroppi as a coqui with a Puerto Rican flag, I wear face masks with traditional Mexican embroidery on them, I pair my

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I have learned that you are not so easily illustrated What they do not tell you about loving women is that you will not recognize it at first.

You will mistake it for fascination, for ugly jealousy that burrows within your flesh and constricts your spine you will stare and stare until her eyes become split stones, smooth and her mouth bleed into a red moon What is it you are looking for, that you have not found already?

No — not to search, but to preserve as if the moment your gaze turns away you will forget

A LOVE POEM BEGINNING WITH A LINE BY SAPPHO BY MADELEINE SALOMONS

Artfully adorned Aphrodite, deathless which is not that which can be held, delicately in the flat of your palm with one soft traceable outline

(I have learned it is impossible)

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I awake in the night to see you standing at the foot of my bed new, and the smell of salt-sweet in the air and your face, ethereal, some kind of myth.

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The WOO Survival Guide is an expanded archive of responses to WOO Challenges that we’ve found particularly insightful. This guide hopes to encourage reflection and share casual advice that is relevant to students, creatives, and Vancouverites. Continue on if you’re interested in learning some new life hacks or read snippets of the community’s thoughts! If you’d like to see the rest of our WOO Challenges, visit @woopublication on Instagram!

Below: some cool spots around ECU

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ENTRY 1 OF 4 THE OF ECU E.G. CAMPUS SPACES / INSTRUCTORS / COURSES Bob McAfee is both a father and a mother to me. @madeline.dt

Natalie Gagnon’s visualizing information class [white heart emoji]. Nothing will beat this for me. @luizacoulaud

Bonne Zabolotney is an incredible mentor who helped me find my niche and appreciate my own work [heart emoji]. @soumyasays

Every class I took with Birthe Piontek. @lilianrosesmith

Cam Neat telling me to “kill my darlings” in second year typography [laugh emoji]. It was the first time I felt a prof actually underLindsay McIntyre’s Analog Practices course, stood the way I worked as a designer and it all of Alla Gadassik’s courses, especially her stuck with me ever since.

Avant-Garde course in 2020. Jamie Hilder’s @car.bray HUMN courses and I think all the foundation students can agree! Carlito Ghioni is also an amazing prof with lots of wise words and Peter Cocking’s typography classes [rock love in his heart for all the students. And the and roll emoji]. patch of grass in the front of the school is @austroboy the best chill spot in the spring.

I second this. @_vangordon

@car.bray

I think about creative process with John all the gd time and I graduated in 2015. @gabba_morics

Mercedes Eng with Creative Writing!!! So incredibly passionate and knowledgeable about writing and such a compassionate human being [heart emoji] I cannot recommended her Creative Writing class enough!! @artbythiseni

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SURVIVAL GUIDE ENTRY 2 OF 4 SPOTS IN VANCOUVER WHERE WE’VE...

The big stone steps beside the bridge in Olympic Village “a great place to process a breakup [checkmark emoji]. @an.dzin

Coal Harbour Seawall [white heart emoji]. @luizacouland

Barge Chilling Beach. Scenic. @car.bray

meaningful PLACES MADE MEMORIES / LEARNED SOMETHING / MET PEOPLE / REVISITED OVER AND OVER AGAIN Trees Organic Cafe in Gastown! @j.solii

Stanley Park! Specifically for the trails inside and hidden paths for running [running emoji, white heart emoji]. @alexis.v_

Liberty Cafe on Main! My fav spot with cozy vibes to visit with friends. @hayley_ng

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TAKE YOUR THRIFTY FRIEND FOR DINNER

GO TO IMPRESS A FIRST DATE

Thai Son Gringo Budgie’s Burritos Shanghai Dimsum House The Naam Virtuous Pie The Templeton Restaurant Chickpea Japan Rice Bowl Association Sal Y Limon

The Juice Bar The Roof Osteria Savio Volpe Raisu Cactus Club @ Coal Harbour Nuba Como Taperia Do Chay Guu with Garlic Di Beppe

GO TO CRAM FOR YOUR MIDTERM

FLEX ON A HIPSTER FOODIE FRIEND

STUFF YOUR FACE AT 3AM AFTER THE CLUB

Sharetea on Cambie Breka Takeout from Tina Cake Milano Starbucks Foglifter Coffee Roasters Aperture Brentwood Mall Pokey Okey Cardero Cafe

Ramen Danbo Cuchillo Farmer’s Apprentice Toshi Sushi The General Public Marulilu Cafe COFU Pizza Coming Soon

Freshslice McDonald’s Uncle Fatih’s Pizza A&W Basil Pasta Bar Tera V Burger

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Going to events like Burlesque at the Rio, ManUp, and PURR. Going swimming with friends.

Going for walks in the sunshine.

Watching cartoons. Playing video games. Taking a nice bath.

Getting enough sleep. Snuggling a loved one. Making art because it’s fun not because I’m making something serious. @v.chorabik

Animal crossing [satisfied emoji]. @claireerieeko

Finding time to clean. It feels so much better living and working in a clean space. @karla.erasmus

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Naps. @pajamx Going on a mid-semester getaway to Bowen Island for 3 days with 3 of my favourite people. @car.bray There’s no time for self care. @an.dzin

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THE MAID THE MAID THE MAID THE MAID IT MADE MAID ME WANT TO THE NEVER GO BACK TO THE THAT MAID HOUSE

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She eventually started telling me about what was outside of the house, she mentioned things called trains and, which could take you from one place to another quickly and things called schools, where common people went to learn things, but she said I was too old to attend one. I told her I wanted to see all these things, and she said she would help. It started one night, she told me to meet her outside the barn, I had never even been to that part of the house before. We left through a back alley that led to a dark forest, we walked for what felt like hours, but she kept telling me to stop complaining. She took me to a thing called “The Movies”. We watched something that was so magical, I can’t begin to describe it, but it was so magical, it made me want to never go back to that house, but in the end, I had to. The next day I went downstairs and rang the bell like I had been doing, but the maid never came. I sat there and rang and rang until I got bored. The house was so quiet, I couldn’t hear any squeaky sound of a cleaning brush against the marble floors. I went to play in the garden with the statues and at the far end of the yard, there she was. A statue of the maid, frozen in time.

Then I understood, these statues weren’t like my friends. They were my only friends.

My parents gave me everything and anything I ever wanted, except a friend. That was until the maid started talking to me. She was the only other person living with us in that huge house, she would clean it all by herself, every day I watched her tirelessly scrub the marble floors and cook for us all those delicious meals. She was the only one I ever saw leave the house. My parents said she was never allowed to talk to me, they didn’t want her “rabble talk” influencing the way I think, but one day, when I was craving a delicious cornetto filled with cream, I rang the bell in the kitchen that I always saw my mother ring when she wanted something. Right when I did, the maid was standing right in front of me, she had appeared as if by magic. She was sweating and panting, I didn’t even know someone’s face could get that red and flustered. She asked me what I needed, and her faint voice sparked enormous curiosity, so every day after that, when my parents would take their nap, I would go down to the kitchen and summon the maid.

THE MAID BY DIEGO CRUZ

The house was grand and opulent, lined with gold accents and statues that scared away any wandering children. The statues looked so real, I often played with them and imagined they were my real friends. The house looked like it could hold three countries worth of people, but it only housed four individuals. A family that liked to be left to themselves, a small and mysterious dynasty of people that no one ever saw leave their lavish home. The years passed and the house was forgotten about. I was the youngest of that family. I had to grow up in our abundant bubble, cut off from the outside world. I never thought it was too bad, I always had my parents’ attention, which consisted of them dressing me in funny outfits made of silk or linen and making me dance around in them all day. I would eat whatever I wanted, delicious pastries with sweet custard bursting out its seams.

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In this illustration, the children are drawing something they like. Perhaps it is about their hobbies or something they want to do in the future. Children look at everything with naive eyes without any restricted factors. Their drawings are not replicas of the real world. Their creation is spontaneous, pure, and inimitable from the heart, which is the ability and yearning that many artists pursue all their lives. I am also one of them.

“IT TOOK ME FOUR YEARS TO PAINT LIKE RAPHAEL, BUT A LIFETIME TO PAINT LIKE A CHILD.” — PABLO PICASSO

CHILDLIKE I want to draw like a child. Just as Picasso, who retained a sense of childlike wonder and vision throughout his long artistic life. I want to find the impulse and passion of my childhood when I picked up a pen and drew freely. As though Picasso’s late artworks, which are derived and created from simplicity of spirit and intention.

To be brave enough to draw and express and innocent enough to make mistakes. Ignore the rules of what makes art “Art” and toss aside any inhibitions. Doodle freely on the paper, regardless of whether the composition is good or not, whether the colors match properly, questioning my abilities and considering the artistic practice, and so on. Grasses for blue, the sky for green; trees can be red; and flowers can be black — Everything doesn’t have to be standard. Let the imagination run wild, even if that is grandiose and irrational, but always full of curiosity, possibility, and surprise.”

Yi Fang Alumni Digital Illustration [2022] @yi_1f

TO BE ONE OF Kin Godwin Chua Year 4 Communication Design Photography [2019] @kingodwinchua

“Takane no hana 高嶺の花 — Literally translated as, ‘Flower on a high peak’.

It means, ‘something out of one’s reach’. Some things are beautiful to look at, but realistically, there is no way you can get them. The object might be something that you want very much but can’t have.”

— Namiko Abe

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Cameron Kletke Year 4 2D Animaton Digital [2022] @toejam.cam

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I THINK ABOUT CRYING IN THE BATHROOM STALL AND YOU THERE WITH ME RUBBING MY KNEE MY INCOHERENT SOBS TRYING TO SPIT OUT THE WORDS PROFESSING MY LOVE FOR YOU YOU DIDN’T HEAR IT BECAUSE IT NEVER CAME OUT RIGHT BECAUSE I NEVER CAME OUT, RIGHT BECAUSE I NEVER CAME OUT

SYNCED BREATH BY CAMERON KLETKE

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SYNCED SO NOW I WONDER IF SHE CAN FEEL THE BUZZING IN MY STOMACH OR THE BEES IN MY HEAD THE HEAT ON MY FACE IN MY HEART I WONDER IF SHE KNOWS NOW WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY ALL THOSE YEARS AGO

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loving

INSIDE OUT

byMadeleineSalomons A reflection on adrienne maree brown, loving as a practice, and making space for love to grow

It’s like learning how to ride a bike. That’s the easiest way to describe it. It’s repetitive; you’ve done it so many times it’s muscle memory, and it’s grown around your limbs like vines, curling and twisting up into your shoulders and around your neck.

adrianne maree brown’s collection of writing titled Pleasure Activism: The Politics of Feeling Good is a revolutionary text that has been healing in more ways than one.

I’ve spent probably the majority of my life trying so desperately to fix what I feel is broken inside me. Spending 30 minutes bathing in brown’s delightful writing has done more for me than several months of therapy (Seriously—please read literally one page. It will be life-changing. I promise.). One essay in particular, “Love As Political Resistance”, goes into detail about the necessity of transforming the way we love ourselves and the people around us.

What brown emphasizes is that we cannot produce a sustainable and healing love if it is practiced and built within the concept of society as we know it today. The kind of

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It’s not common that you can pinpoint the exact moment you learned to do something. Things take time, and often aren’t automatic, like the flip of a switch.

I don’t know when I learned to play the piano, or when I learned how to draw, or the way that I tend to bite the inside of my cheek when I’m thinking really hard.

I could tell you the exact time of day it was

(When you read this to yourself, do it with empathy, but do not do it with anger. I have a decade’s worth of anger between my ribs.

There is plenty of it to go around. Instead, read it with the ceaseless kind of hope that keeps us together; read it like you are sealing the cracks in a community with love and joy.)

There’s this weird conundrum of existence that we live in when it comes to self-love. I can be confident, but I should not flaunt it.

I can treasure my body and all that it is capable of, but only when I manage to squish it into this able-bodied, cis, white container.

My beauty can be for someone else, but it cannot be for myself. It’s this endless cycle of attempting to be satisfied with what you are given, but also being shamed for that satisfaction. Our cup is never all the way full.

that I learned to hide from myself. I could tell you what I was wearing; I could tell you it was on a sunny day, the kind where the light makes the whole room glow; I could describe the pressure that started in my belly, and how it moved up into my lungs and eventually into my throat, and stayed there for months. I still feel it there.

LOVING INSIDE OUT BY MADELEINE SALOMONS

(When you read this to yourself, do it slowly, curving your mouth, kissing each word as it moves through your lips. If you speak aloud, do it softly, with the whisper and deep affection of a lover. Pay attention to your breath as it moves through you. Release it.)

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loving that “[frames] love as a fairy tale… as a product we give each other…as a limited resource that gets swallowed and used up…” is not a healing type of loving.

I’ve also been thinking a lot about how we’ve come to think of ourselves as deserving or undeserving of love. I struggle a lot with feeling like I’m worthy of someone’s love; that I can be as sloppy or as annoying or as difficult up to a certain point, and that after that point people around me consider me undeserving of the love they have to give. Maybe no one thinks that, and it’s just my brain telling me things, but I think there’s something to be said about how our society is conditioned to think that only a specific type of person is lovable. They’re relatively attractive (white/cis/able-bodied) and don’t carry too much baggage (neurotypical) and have as much to give to the relationship and people around them as they should be receiving (through material possessions/ middle or upper class/steady income).

It’s impossible (or, if not impossible, then really, really, really difficult) to imagine that we are loveable without fixing some part of ourselves. If we can get to the point of self-improvement or transformation that we look like whatever we think is a “loveable person”, then, and only then, will it make sense for us to be on the receiving end of that love. We do not believe love exists in the in-between. Love is impossible in the

loving like this is no

way to live.

present—it is only for us in the future; someone who is unfamiliar and nowhere near the perpetual challenges of our current selves.

(When you read this next part to yourself, do it unapologetically. Do it loudly. You do not have to believe it now. The power comes from saying it, regardless of truth.)

Loving like this is no way to live.

I’ve spent too much money on therapy and anti-depressants and too much time forcing myself to write in my journal to not furiously and ferociously fight for love in my life from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep. What is there, really, if love isn’t at the forefront of our vision? What is the point of going through life without prioritizing love for yourself and love for the community around you? The answer is that there’s not really any point.

The answer is we have nothing without love.

“The Sweetness of Salt”, an essay included in Pleasure Activism written by poet and teacher Alexis Pauline Gumbs, is a beautiful tribute to a few of the many people she has felt deep love for. The essay is a simple love letter to who these people are, and how they have influenced her life.

Towards the end of the essay, she writes about Cheryll Green, and a women writer’s retreat that happened in Nassau, Bahamas, in the 80s. Black women from all over the States were invited to commune

lead solitary lives. What I will tell you is that last Monday, at 6 o’clock, I talked with a very dear friend about how love is transformative. The week before that, on Thursday morning, I woke up crying and at 8 in the evening, my best friend came to give me a hug. In August of last year, I hiked up the side of a mountain and took the first deep breath in a long time. There are too many times to count. There is an endless supply of love in my life, and I will tell you that there is an endless supply of love in yours, too.

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I could tell you the date and time of when I taught myself that love wasn’t for me, but that’s not important. What is important is the date and time I learned that my own love is not the only love that matters. We don’t exist in vacuums, or islands, and we don’t

What we need to learn, more than anything, is that love is alive. It’s changing, all the time, (as we change) and there are a thousand different things that factor into how it exists in our lives (as we live). I know everything about what love looks like in my life, but I also know nothing. I might wake up tomorrow and discover that love is the colour blue, or the shape of a leaf fluttering in the wind, or something entirely new to me.

It is waiting for you.

Reach out your arms and let it in.

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and talk about writing, and ceremony, and to laugh, and dance, and play, and eat.

They were also invited, as community gatherings often lead to, to share—ideas, and writings, and dreams. They began to build.

“Somewhere the saltwater of water sports and splashing in the sun became the saltwater of tears and transformation. Somehow the pleasure of treating each other well became metabolic fuel to believe in a future and demand it, to listen to each other like love would save their lives.” That, to me, is what love is. Love is fuel, keeping us going despite the many hardships we all face, because life is hard, living is hard, and we are meant to do it together.

It is waiting for you. Reach out your arms and let it in.

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LET ME HOLD YOU MY FRIEND

tenderly Leanne Plisic Year 3 New Media + Sound Arts Digital Photography [2022] @len.p

I feel like my relationship to intimacy and tender physical connection has always been coupled with the idea of romance and a significant other. However, I’ve recently realized that these desires are not limited to romantic endeavours.

Tenderness can be fostered in friendships through communication and trust. My friend and I meditated together for an hour with the set intention of connection, and let the energy of our meditation guide our photography.

LET ME HOLD YOU TENDERLY MY FRIEND BY LEANNE PLISIC

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I desire to be seen, heard, touched. I crave physical affection.

I long for the warm hugs. The past few years have been the hardest being separated from my loved ones, friends, and family due to the pandemic. Where I can't find my rest and don't have a shoulder to lean on. Home wasn't a safe haven when my real home is far from my reach. I want to hold hands, to embrace hugs, and to be inspired once again.

PHYSICAL TOUCH BY LAURENSIA VINNY YAPUTRI

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PHYSICAL Laurensia Vinny Yaputri Year 4 Communication Design Digital Illustration [2022] @forthesoull__

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“WHEN THEY TELL YOU THE GAYS GO TO HELL, THEY DON’T MENTION THAT WE’RE THE ONES HEATING THIS UP”

bitch

byParumveer Walia

As they float in space, dancers on wires, moving free and intimate around my body, I escape to the memory of the fireflies that once adorned my secret garden and danced with me the same.

They aren’t here anymore, I am reminded quickly.

The burn of these settling embers, fireflies that don’t amuse the eyes but pierce the flesh awaken me to my peril.

Whereabouts am I? Raging reds fill the space.

The air is acidic– enough to corrode bone.

I step out the collection of my once ephemera Tendons–Arteries Frying–Sizzling–Scorching

I look around.

A glimmer beyond the bones Makes itself visible– I tread towards it, Treachery and trust– Apprehension and hope– Pain and penance– Seconds separate my mutation to pure bone.

I tread towards it, Navigating the burning embers The piles of bone The puddles of flesh I tread towards it, And slowly The glimmer becomes… glitter?

Enbys, dykes, queens, fags, whores, sluts–they’re all here.

No wonder it’s hot as fuck.

Bodies in Speedos and bikinis all around, A shirtless Chris Evans reclines in the distance.

Platters of fruity fruitcakes, their baked scent mixed with manly sweat and chemically hairspray Was I… ... ... Home?

Descending out the lava pool, Emerges my final fate, the burning star Rupaul. painted red, orange taffeta dress on, “welcome darling, you’re just a tad late”

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The burn permeates A system collapse, Fried wires A failing motherboard.

I roam the cursed place, wondering what it is.

What land on earth cradles Heat that would put gods supernovas to shame?

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The Heat of a distant burning star– My skin melts and falls in puddles onto my feet.

THE LAND OF A THOUSAND BURNING EMBERS

THE LAND OF A THOUSAND BURNING EMBERS BY PARUMVEER WALIA

I awake in an alien land burning with the scorch of a thousand embers.

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login_screen login_screen is a series of digital scans monitoring an entire day of Instagram stories via my personal account. The scanner gazes at the full content of a mediated journey otherwise overlooked by the intermittent stare at the screen. The images depict mundane scenes from everyday life interlaced with advertising, hence revealing the video content I am consistently exposed to, and offering a window to my own personal guilty pleasures, and virtual fascinations. Through glitches and digital processing these images create new interlaced stories blending desires to see and to be seen.

LOGIN_SCREEN BY GUILLAUME SAUR

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Guillaume Saur Master of Fine Arts Digital Scans [2021] guillaumesaur.com

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FALL BACK IN WITH LIFE

✉ NEW MESSAGE

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�MARCH 24TH, 2020

dear world, i am writing you a love letter to say that you are beautiful and i miss you very much

[soft moss clearing skies steam rising off surfaces where rain and starlight meet]

i like the feeling of sunshine with cool breeze the look of scatterings of silver rain in sunlight take a walk through the garden

CLEAR

FALL BACK IN LOVE WITH LIFE BY JOANNA LIANG

ALTERNATE REALITIES BY MIA LEIER

Mia Leier Year 4 Communication Design Photography [2022] @miaa.leier

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wander”

“OUR MINDS This series was developed as a reflection on our desire to be anywhere but in our present moment. With the forever advancing nature of our society, we are continually faced with new opportunities to lose ourselves in imagining alternate realities. Our minds wander from analyzing our past experiences, to attempting to perceive how others may be viewing us, to dreaming of what our future may hold, instead of focusing on what’s going on around us in this moment. Inspired by technology being the driving force behind our desire to withdraw from our current reality and discover alternate realities that would bring us more excitement, peace or success, these images utilize digital technology to obscure, distort and reveal the consequences of this desire.

ALTERNATE REALITIES BY MIA LEIER

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the spell of thetortured artist

fear is the newnormal

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by cheryl wong

An artist who constantly suffers in the cruelty of the world, yet always desperate for this kind of torment because it is food for their creativity.

Just like an addiction, so unhealthy but also a survival need.

Anxious and fearful.

The Tortured Artist keeps producing work that is so blue, so red, so black. Children would run away from it, teenagers call it “emo”, adults say the Artist is overreacting.

Always living in fear, can’t run away from the condition.

Ironic.

Fear is the New Normal.

Don’t deny it.

You can’t deny it.

You shouldn’t deny it.

But maybe just someday.

Someday, the Tortured Artist can create a painting using bright colors and full of beautiful flowers.

Sunshine and rainbows. Singing birds and peaceful ponds. Laughers and love.

The Tortured Artist has always been ready to create these works. They have always dreamed about sharing their pieces with children, telling stories that speak about the beauty of life, and connecting with others in the most innocent manner.

To break the spell of the Tortured Artist replies heavily on others. An internal spell dependent on external factors.

The Tortured Artist will always wait here for this day to come. Wishing upon the stars, praying at the well.

For the time being, but definitely not right, Fear is the New Normal.

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Can’t. Take. It. Anymore.

They are just the mirror of society. A reflection of humanity’s deepest, darkest nature. A result of greed, ugly desires, and evils. The responsibility lies within everyone. She and He. They and them. You and I.

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They sketch as a way to realize what is happening around them.

They splash paint on the canvas to release the tension in their head.

They perform tedious actions to find a sense of comfort within the chaos.

They use their bodies, literally, in their work as a record of their sufferings.

They break ready-mades as a statement because they just,

The Tortured Artist never intended to create such art. Why would anyone do so. Why would anyone want to struggle, to live in uncertainty, to be stuck in a timeless tragedy.

For the Artist, it is not so much about the final product. It is never meant for others to see and appreciate. The Artist does not do it for others, they create for themselves.

No, they are not doing this to make themselves look vulnerable, not for the public’s empathy, not for the money, not for foolish attention.

THE SPELL OF THE TORTURED ARTIST BY CHERYL WONG

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ortured Artist.

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*sigh* STAY A LITTLE longer, STAY---WITH ME...

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Tammo Fouad Year 4 Communication Design Photo Series [2022] @teafood

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*SIGH* STAY A LITTLE LONGER, STAY–WITH ME... BY TAMMO FOUAD

“Promise, Pleasure, Praise, Provocation, Perversion, and Pain.”

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