My art piece was about my sense of identity. Most people represent their identity through things like animals (like Frida Kahlo) or through the relationships they have with other people (like wives and brothers). However, I am not defined solely by my relationships with other people. My identity, in its purest form, is derived from the fact that I belong to myself, and no one else. My sense of identity is not defined by the fact that I am solely a friend, sister, and daughter. My conclusion is this: my identity is who I choose to be, and is not defined by other people.
My art piece is about a relationship between two people: they both love each other immensely, despite the fact that they are extremely different. However, the day comes when they realize how incompatible they are. One person wants to stay and fight, because they believe that the relationship is worth making sacrifices for. The other person, knowing that they could never make each other truly happy, decides to cut themselves off and end their bond (even though they want to stay as well). I wanted to show love as something else: making a sacrifice to ensure the other person's happiness (even if it isn't with you).
My art piece is about a childhood fear I have always had: the fear of someone coming into my room in the middle of the night. I have always been afraid in the moment when someone is opening in the door, and I cannot see who the person is (an intruder or a loved one). I have thought about where this fear stems from, and found that it was a distortion of a common human fear: fear of the unknown. I wanted to show how paralyzing this situation is, because you have to wait until they are close enough to hurt you to be able to see them, while they already know who you are.
My art piece was a reflection on an experience I had in Mexico. My sister and I had experienced a strange event in my grandparents' house, which made my older sister get scared. We dragged our mattress to the floor of our parents' bedroom, and I held her hand to comfort her. My entire life my sister has always been my protector-- the one who would keep me safe and help me. That night was the first time I had ever taken on a protector role with my older sister, and it impacted our relationship in ways I could never imagine.