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Tatiana

My grandparents are huge art collectors who have exposed me to all sorts of art throughout my life. My mother also collects art, meaning that I am surrounded by it daily. I regularly go to the galleries in Chelsea to see exhibitions of work by emerging artists, and I take regular trips to the Museum of Modern Art, the Whitney, and PS1.

Writing plays a major role in my life, considering I write every day and have more than four notebooks filled with my poems and stories. Besides writing, reading is my favorite thing to do in the world. I read every day for at least an hour and a half, filling my curious mind with new ideas and lives. I do writing prompts almost every day, which help me exercise my skill and forces me to explore topics I wouldn’t usually think of.

Tatiana’s Artwork

We Started Out as a White Page
Tatiana 
YI Writer, Fall 2011
Collage, rubber bands, file folder rim
We begin as a white page, empty and free – a sunny day. But, as time goes on we develop distinct viewpoints (silver eyeglasses) and begin to view the world through a more complex persona. The layers begin unfolding until they break. They break so they cannot be put back into place. Your heart breaks along with this because everything you thought you believed in is, literally, shattered. The pieces of your heart go away with time and the black of night begins eating at your body. It turns a musty grey and the pieces of what you thought was your life twist even further. You begin to turn black so you can blend into the black of the night, the world is like a map to you now, no longer twisted, you’ve learned to manipulate. Before you die, you realize that everything is the same thing, black and whole and alone. The deepness and complexity you thought was life isn’t- it is nothing. Whatever is inside of you flies away to even more nothingness.
We Started Out as a White Page
Tatiana
YI Writer, Fall 2011
Collage, rubber bands, file folder rim

We begin as a white page, empty and free – a sunny day. But, as time goes on we develop distinct viewpoints (silver eyeglasses) and begin to view the world through a more complex persona. The layers begin unfolding until they break. They break so they cannot be put back into place. Your heart breaks along with this because everything you thought you believed in is, literally, shattered. The pieces of your heart go away with time and the black of night begins eating at your body. It turns a musty grey and the pieces of what you thought was your life twist even further. You begin to turn black so you can blend into the black of the night, the world is like a map to you now, no longer twisted, you’ve learned to manipulate. Before you die, you realize that everything is the same thing, black and whole and alone. The deepness and complexity you thought was life isn’t- it is nothing. Whatever is inside of you flies away to even more nothingness.

Ink drawings by YI Writers, on display together during the Fall 2011 Final Exhibition. Please click through for more images from this group exhibition. Photograph by Berry Stein
Ink drawings by YI Writers, on display together during the Fall 2011 Final Exhibition. Please click through for more images from this group exhibition. Photograph by Berry Stein