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I worked with Illustrator drawing more pieces such as the flowers, plants, and clouds. I used mixed media
paper with oil paints to contour paint faces as well as highlighting areas with pen and sharpie. I then scanned
those into Photoshop and placed the rest of the work onto each piece accordingly.
“The Fool” tarot card represents the fool (a child), honest and curious, flying a kite. The kite, and the kid on a
cliff, all mean the same thing: high as a kite. As the kid (myself) continues to run towards the end of the cliff
bad things are about to unfold. The waves mimic The Great Waves of Kanagawa, beautiful but also chaotic as
this was the feeling of my first experience smoking marijuana. This was also a painting I was looking at minutes
before I began having my seizures. The tie-dye is one of the typical psychedelic images that relate to being
high or that would categorize someone as a “stoner” if they were to wear this design. On the cliff, poppies
stand alone as they symbolize “not yet free/I am not free”. I may have been ‘high’ but I never felt free as it
made me paranoid.
The “Death” tarot card represents my experience of having grand mal seizures and flat-lining twice on my way
to the hospital. The grim reaper skeleton holds in the air a brain signifying the memory loss that I have
experienced since my seizures. To me, memories are just as important as ‘dying’; therefore, I did not want to
place a heart there. In the storm/whirlwind, which symbolized the shaking and tremoring of my seizing, you
can find faces of friends and family. The light in the middle is the small speck of light I saw when I was
pronounced dead. In the hospital, when I woke up, all I could feel was guilt. Also scared. The faces are in pain
and agony. The weeping willow tree stands for my friends and family crying but also is a metaphor as it stands
for immortality. In my childhood home, I spent a lot of time under this tree thinking about what happened and
what could have happened. It’s also a tree that my grandparents planted when I was a newborn. To me in the
artwork, and in real life, it is the tree of life. Lastly, the daffodils at the bottom of the work are a metaphor for
“sorrow”, “regrets”, and “things follow you to your grave”.