A small, San Francisco style cable car passes through my colorful city of brick buildings and ornate street lamps. With a flick of the wrist and a light tug on a string, I can set the two cable cars in motion back and forth down a cobblestone street. This model is made entirely of wood and painted paper and measures one feet wide by four feet long (30 x 120cm). VIEW PUBLICATION >
Cities fold out from boxes. Let little wonder lands emerge. VIEW PUBLICATION >
4.5 inches wide (11cm)
8.5 inches long (22 cm)
20 inches tall (51 cm) VIEW PUBLICATION >
In the New York City of my imagination, dinosaurs emerge from the Museum of Natural History to prowl “the city that never sleeps.” They roam the streets engaging in dinosaur-like activities: scaring people, stealing from butcher shops, and terrorizing the skyline. For one night, the city belongs to them.
Created in middle school out of wood, cardboard, and pastel cutout drawings of building silhouettes, preserved online as souvenir. Length: 6 feet / 1.8 meters VIEW PUBLICATION >
The impressive range New York’s architecture, from the humblest home to the slenderest tower, is expressed through this model of my memories. With a base measuring 28 by 36 inches (70 x 90 cm), I built this model in middle school out of wood, paper, and plastic. It contains several dozen of the city’s landmarks, skyscrapers, people, lampposts, subway stations, and a bevy of operating subway cars. VIEW PUBLICATION >
The following images are political style cartoons about nationalism, fascism, and communism. They are drawn in the pedantic and high-contrast style of propaganda images from the Soviet Union. The rigid use of geometry and symmetry represents the oppression these regimes stand for. VIEW PUBLICATION >
These drawings are my imaginary reflection on water, ships, and the machinery related to water. The stylized smoke, waves, and night sky are inspired by Japanese woodcuts and Art Deco architecture.
I built this dollhouse over several years. Balsa wood, cardboard, and salvaged scraps. Odds and ends – such as bottle caps, fabric scraps, and earrings – became the ingredients for model furniture. Created in middle school. One of the first models I ever created. VIEW PUBLICATION >
These ink-on-paper panoramas show cities I visited. The tiny details on windows, roofs, and streets were all created from memory when I was in middle school. VIEW PUBLICATION >
Seeing the old Essex County Jail as a middle school student was one of my first exposures to architecture. In this series of drawings and visual essay, I reflect on the building whose history and power later went on to shape my studies of architectural history. VIEW PUBLICATION >
Essay selected from successful 2014 application to the Telluride Association Summer Program at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor.
In this essay, I reflect on the Roman architect Vitruvius and ask: Rome left a footprint on the built environment. What will our society leave? VIEW PUBLICATION >
A selection of some of my drawings, paintings, and pastel work about the architecture of Manhattan VIEW PUBLICATION >
A visual essay of my ink drawings and pastel paintings. Visual reflections on de-industrialization, decay, and the destruction of the natural environment along the Passaic River that flows through Newark, NJ. VIEW PUBLICATION >
A selection of artwork, drawings, and paintings of imaginary worlds VIEW PUBLICATION >
Inspired by the 1930s sculptures of Italian Futurism, this “tree” made from Zome erector kits is part sculpture, part Tower of Babel, and part abstract spaceship. A flood light by night casts shadows on the plaster ceiling
Base: 3 feet diameter (90 cm)
Height: 8 feet (240 cm) VIEW PUBLICATION >
When I gaze across the Hudson River from New Jersey, the soaring towers, glassy behemoths, and dark canyons of Manhattan instill me with awe. The broad expanse of the city juts out of the water with crenelated and jagged skyscrapers as if proclaiming: “I am here to stay. Come sun, wind, or water, I will remain. I will grow.” VIEW PUBLICATION >
View more artwork like this about my experiences walking in New York City.
Also featured in the Columbia Daily Spectator in September 2016
The Cathedral of Saint John the Divine soars above the low-slung tenements and boxy towers that edge up against it. Unfinished it survives; funds have long since dried up in our era of secularism and consumerism. Yet powerful it stands; solid stone will outlive the concrete and glass city. The cathedral’s soaring jagged silhouette seems to proclaim against the soot that darkens its façade and the urban din that drowns out the sanctity of silence: Come weather, wind, or rain, I will stand.
