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Stephanie

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My background ranges from the History of Ancient Mesoamerican Art and Artifacts to the Business end of a SWOT analysis. I am currently studying design in New York City at SUNY's finest Community College (Fashion Institute of Technology), and reside in the most amazing hood the South Bronx has to offer (no, really).

As a pessimistic optimist, I have too much energy for any normal person to handle. I like to think I am ambitious and determined, but I am more afraid of what I can do than of what I can't. I find that, in life, things do happen for a reason, but only if you are constantly searching for that reason.

My personality is that of an introverted extrovert...I am an enigma (aren't we all?). I take great pride in my collection of black cats, books, records, VHS tapes, vintage dresses (that I will never wear), college degrees, and greeting cards. I love to prove people wrong, and admire anyone that can understand my sarcasm without being offended.

I am always a work in progress...a professional student....a talkative lass who likes a noisy peace and quiet. My dreams and goals are that of an 8 year old, but lets be honest, 8 year olds know how to dream. Life is not fulfilled until we are given the opportunity to create. Creation gives meaning to life...to art....to the soul. A true creative will be able to work in any medium of art...from music to paint, to nuts and bolts.

So...who am I ? I ask myself this question every day of my life. I am a student, a lover, a warrior, a survivor. I am an artist. Everyday of my life has led up to where I am today...where I'll be tomorrow? Good question.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

you...and your mom.

My Blog

Writing: A Field of Wheat

In my heart there is a field of wheat.I run my hands over the hemline of gold, Which reaches past my waist.If I sit where I stand,You could not find me.There is laughter in my wheat field,Where time s...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 16:57:00 GMT

Writing: The Creeping City

I watch the city creep alongDaily.New news Meets old news.Dirty streets are swept clean, Ready for a fresh layerOf trafficAnd soot.Cigarette butts.Bodega bags.Newspapers.The wind become a paintbrush,T...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 18:15:00 GMT

Writing: I am ugly

I am ugly with rage.A dog in the shadows, unleashed, unhinged.Rabidwith the poison of madness,foaming at the eyes.Ears pricked.Claws on standby.I grab the concretei n s l o w m o t i o n ,riding...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 17:25:00 GMT

Writing: Mother Earth

Mother.Earth.The womb of all that isand all that is not.A speck of solar dust.An accident.An unaborted fetus.Womb to billionsof unappreciativedestructive,selfish offspring.Taking, with disregarded gre...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 14:16:00 GMT

Writing: The Unsuspecting Thief

In need or fair weather,you will always take what I giveor leave laying around.Twenty dollars left tucked in a wallet,or the unattended bud of grassresting on the kitchen table.Anything greenis the fa...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 14:27:00 GMT

Writing: Go Away

Go away.Leave me to my silence.A rest from the bleak, the mundane, and unoriginal.Cast my existence to the back of your mind.Today.I am not here.Keep my calls on hold.Let them wait for my words,uninte...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 12:35:00 GMT

Writing: The Smoke Break

I lit a cigarettein your honor, and praised the plumes of smokeas they mingledwith the wind.Blue and grey,the swirls of the sky,joining forces in inhaleand exhale.Lofting abovetogether and apart,like ...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 16:15:00 GMT

Writing: From a Conversation with Ani

For PaulThe push uphillin barefoot shoesover shards of burning glass.The hardball downturnrolling uncontrollablythrough the avalancheof life-like dreams.Realities just beyondthe grasp of the material ...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 17:53:00 GMT

Writing: Wist

Nostalgia fills the air like autumn rain.It's the kind of day that keeps you warmWhile sustaining a grey loneliness.You feel like the color burgundy, A gentle exhale of smoke in sunlight,The cream in ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 10:27:00 GMT

Writing: A Fight Suppressed

When kisses are numb, Anger pursues like a drunken haste.Lips dangle around wordsToo hasty to utterIn the presence of a Lady,or a gentleman,or a priest, or a child.Instead, a cigarette hangs, Hushing ...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 14:55:00 GMT