Izabella Hernandez

A collection of thoughts, pictures, words, objects, and things I've done - compiled by yours truly. 

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It’s been a long time.

12/28/21

I started to make things today again for the first time in a long time. I realized that I need to experiment much more with the materials I am using and learn how to use them again. 

This attitude of immediate satisfaction (or gratification) is not helpful to me making things and being consistent in making them. I get impatient quickly. 

I have ideas that I’ve wanted to start. But I have not planned those ideas on paper yet, only in my head. It is hard to make what is in your head in one sitting when you do not have a plan. It is hard to make things in one sitting in general. When I sit down to make a plan on paper, my ideas start to dissolve and disappear. 

I have ideas. I have ideas.

I need to experiment more. Learn what it is that I am doing so that when I make a plan, it is informed by the experimentation I’ve been doing. Izabella, remember, the experimentation is not to finish with an end product, but instead with an understanding of the material and how you can potentially use it in the future. 

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“Tell me about yourself...”

Hi, I’m Izabella. I am 21 years old and I’ve been happy recently. I have a hard time talking about myself sometimes, but I love talking with you. I love dogs. Especially big dogs. I get sad sometimes when I don’t feel understood, but that would make anyone sad right? What do I need others to understand? Why is this something I need?

Some things that make me happy are:

- Feeling a moment of genuine connection

- Laughing with someone I love

- Laughing with a stranger

- Making someone feel good (not in any particular way)

- Dancing and singing without care

- Playing games (silly games)

- Learning something new

- Visiting a new place

- Holding someone else

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What the world feels like sometimes

(a post-reading free write)

The place we call home becomes a part of us. It houses our movements, habits, and memories, to the point that we experience this world through the lens of our home. "You try to carry the home with you, as a presence that accompanies you in an otherwise uncertain world" (Trigg 1). [Basic perception.] The world is also our home. It too sustains our movements, habits, experiences, and memories. We each carry our own unique version of the world we perceive with us at all times to help navigate the parts of life that are unfamiliar. However, in the case that our perception of the world (and home) drastically change to the point that it is no longer familiar, it all becomes a mesh of alienation and dissolution. This is how Covid has made the world feel. Alien and dissolute. It is no longer a familiar place. We are vulnerable at all times to alienation and anxiety because of it. Not only have we alienated each other due to illness, but a bright light has also exposed the greater virus that has caused us to alienate and discriminate one another due to race, partisanship, and personal beliefs.... tbc..

(Thoughts on the reading "Topophobia" by Dylan Trigg)

[izabellahernandez]

I created a new website. I’m not sure how I feel about it yet... I missed the deadline to cancel my Square Space subscription, which I was super bummed about. I want to transition to Cargo, but for now, I need to make the most of what I have. Besides, Square Space is not all bad (its a little suffocating, but not all bad). I am tired of the clean and pristine, white background artist website though. I needed to switch things up. I don't want to follow the rules of what a portfolio website “should” look like. Its art for Gods sake. Sometimes I look back at my old artist website and think about going back to the clean portfolio look, but for now I am more interested in this collage/scrapbook/mood board/internetjunk feel. We’ll see how long it sticks. Also, if you read up to this point & know how to create CSS for draggable images in Square Space, please reach out to me (: 

Here’s the new me: izabellahernandez.com

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[prosebyday]

All of a Sudden You’re shoving dry cheerios Down your throat For breakfast Your hands are sticky From the sugar You’re not a kid anymore You’re almost twenty years old And you went to class this morning Still drunk.

submitted by Julia Cirignano, White Wine & Medical Marijuana. (via izabellash)