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Digital posters and collages inspired by my daily journaling.
Motion design assignment using typography and minimal graphic elements to embody my favorite Mad Men scene.
Airing out the day-to-day sludge of living in New York City.
Series of 12 pixel art designs, cross-stitched on apparel.
Iconic Paulie Gualtieri faces and poses, designed in the style of Taylor Swift's The Eras Tour poster.
Weaving the story of four objects to explore deeper themes of travel, immigration, gastro-cultural rituals, and personal relationships.
Enamel pin designed for Project for Awesome charity event.
With a focus on texture and lighting details as a venue for storytelling, this project recreates an interior room on Autodesk Maya.
Hand-lettering 100 Portuguese words, one a day.
Painting 50 ASOIAF characters, one a day.
With a focus on coloring, lighting, and composition, this scene recreates Anne Vallayer-Coster’s Vase of Flowers and Conch Shell on Autodesk Maya.
Your friend? Someone needs to tell her she's dead.
Portrait of an amusingly quirky, endearingly difficult, fiercely loved pet.
Blue-tinted full moon design with Sopranos theme lyrics, cross-stitched in celebration of completing my first watch of the series.
Whatever happens, we gotta be taken care of.
Some people just aren't made to be mothers.
Chili Bean based on character design from the board game Bohnanza, cross-stitched on hoodie. 
Cross-stitch of strange, delightful meme.
High in the halls of the kings who are gone, Jenny would dance with her ghosts.
Cross-stitch inspired by the phenomenon of capybaras in hot springs surrounded by fruits.
It was said that Bellegere had a husband in every port and that Aegon was but one of many.
I’m not a good plant mom.
Interactive graphics coded on p5js exploring the layers of meaning behind the haunting lyrics in Como Nossos Pais.
I cry, unsurprisingly, on my way to the airport. Not a lot — a silent, well-behaved stream of tears.
We’re on the Grand Street station waiting for the B. David leans in, craning his neck to look for train lights inside the tunnel.
Something is always lost when putting Brazilian thoughts on American paper. They resist English articulation.
At age six, my parents got me a turtle, which I hated with a burning passion.
I live for the chase. One of my favorite parts is the walk to the bar. I relish in every little detail: the sound of my heels, the swing of my hips, the flow of my dress.
His chest glowed with the good kind of sweat, skin bathed in the faint pink of my string lights.
Last night I dreamt I was in the Queendom of Yemanjá. It was under the sea and above all clouds at the same time.
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Decorative line ending in a paper airplane.
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