That Sweet Pink
Sweet pink colors the world,
as your fingers clasp mine,
your skin is smooth milk and mine is callused gold.
Your eyes are as beautiful and hard as diamonds, reflecting the liquid fire we stare at.
It spreads, white and blinding and practically melting the air, peeling away the fabric of reality.
It approaches slowly, swallowing the distant cities inch by inch until it’s our turn, the fire coming forth like a purpose and a promise, incinerating and inspirational.
You step forward into the white blindness as a wrenching comes from my chest and pulls me awake.
A cold room, painted concrete walls, a clock ticking steadily in the corner.
I lay my head back to rest, and on my tongue, my eyes, in my mind,
there rests that pink, so bright and sweet.
Maya Bourak ‘27
I’ve always found myself really affected by my dreams and how short yet impactful they can be. I wrote this keeping my dreams in mind, how impactful they are to me as a person, and, no doubt, for others as well. I also thought of the time after a dream, how you're wrenched out into the normal world afterwards. I think it makes a very imaginative piece.
Venus in the Womb
Utilizing pinkish tones and various fabrics of floral, satin, and mesh material, with additional embellishments added on, I aimed to create an environment that reminds viewers of a girlhood. By alluding to the famous artwork "The Birth of Venus," I attempted to connect my work to femininity in its idealistic, yet most simplistic form, specifically in a setting where thoughts, ideas and personal philosophies begin to take shape in a girl's bedroom.