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Scotty.

Kayla Scott. Graphic designer based in Saint Louis. I am new to graphic design but have been creating since I was able to pick up a crayon. Currently I am doing freelance work and establishing my voice in the design world. My interest in poetry adds to my designing. Almost any and everything I do revolves around relationships, lack there of and passion.  Although new to the design world, I hope to make a lasting impression in it.

For this series I just explored different types of phobias with a minimalist style of design.

Aerophobia, fear of flying.

Claustrophobia, fear of small spaces.

Trypanophobia, fear of needles.

Thanatophobia, fear of death.

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Anna.

20 year old political correspondent in international relations. No, not really -- but you can call me Anya/Onion if you prefer. Interested in fleeting moments predominantly; something about people and the way their eyes move when they’ve got a secret. Aspiring something.

Untitled.

1. I am made of shining glimmering gold. I am made of sharp ice and snow, born to the most frozen day of the year.

Into windows the sun shone with mockery as though the world laughed at its little joke blue blanket hospital baby

Inside I am warm.

Next week I am a blizzard raging a swirling illustration in the children's book they used to read me at home little fly, little fly stuck in honey

2. I am made of shimmering glittering snow melting together with dirt on the road stuck up under the tires of safe family cars   kicked off in the parking lot 

satisfying the 5 year old urge to break a thing and watch it fall before being grabbed by Mama's hands and led into the CVS.

I'm sitting on the ground in front of the seasonal decorations snow boots squeaking painting mud-angels between isles 4 and 6 impatiently waiting

hurrying out in my snow pants swishing swish swishing cause she’s still set in Russia and worries the cold will get to me

cold car door road salt streaking candy in the bag

hot but I won’t take my coat off.

I am in the backseat staring out time whirling by on the drive my mom's silent eyes shine sad. Knowing it'll just be the two of us, at home again, but so far we’re singing: I'm the happiest little kid on earth

3. I am made of glistening sparkling snow. I am innocent and open again floating downward onto clean skin all dressed up and out the door 

I am a young girl's diary secret yet somehow desiring otherwise addressing a "you" I did not know 

I am in love with a moment that will forever replay in my head, the night I felt the cold indifferent world aligning

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I'm wearing a dress and you called it pretty choosing to sit next to me at dinner and in the backseat 

the floor of the thin old car cold above the pavement my toes frozen, drunk squeezed in dress shoes hot breath floating out and around us, crammed into a car sold or scrapped years ago. 

I am in love with a moment when the snow glinted and fell with shining pines in the streetlight 

for I was ready to swallow up the entire world in an embrace only to slowly shrink back from it far away into the space I now inhabit alone within myself.

(3.5)

(Mama got sick somewhere in between it all

crying from pain the only ice we had was a pack of frozen vegetables I brought them up for you 

The holidays came with silence again, and again sitting across from one another at a small kitchen table picked from the side of the road back in the Bronx. 

Alone together. 

((Happy New Year Mom!))

Though I was young I understood that it was time with the car dead in the garage 

and dirty snow piled on the ground.

My favorite color was now grey

grey grey grey grey like your eyes grey like the weather when I dreamt of a parent who could wash the floors when it rained or at least focus (I always knew you cared) long enough to  hear how my day was.

4. I was made from glistering frozen snow the kind that cuts your ankle when walked on. The snow you cry will never melt again; the wind that moves right through bone. I’m glad to have been raised in the cold nowadays

And though I find myself blocked off from very many things, it includes those who cannot see the beauty of winter and broken skin 

and for that I am thankful

because though I am warm I’ve been carved from northern winds and hold their strength within. 

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Luis.

Luis Santos is a Dominican - American photographer, director and recluse who currently lives in NYC.

Ig: directedbyluis

Website: directedbyluis.com

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DTDB

My names Darryl Brown, but I go by DTDB/Downtown DarrylBrown. I’m an illustrator from west Philadelphia who currently works and lives in the Bay Area. I like doing editorial illustrations as well as portraits. I’m a pretty laid back guy and you can find me napping whenever I’m not painting lol. Hope you all enjoy my work and the ride Downtown.

View More Artwork: dtdbillustration.com IG: DownTownDarrylBrown Twitter: DTDBIllustrator

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Robyn.

My name is Kevin Williams but, since my name is so common I go under the pseudonym Robyn. I am currently a digital arts major in order to broaden my horizon from studio arts such as shown. I've heavily practiced oil painting and black and white film photography for about 3 or so years, due to lack of a proper black room I've since switched to digital. Most of my paintings tend to reflect a lighter feeling of tranquility while my photography has been juggled between urban life and rural landscapes. I am a very lit individual.

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Rose.

20yr old Londoner discovering herself in this oh so plot twisting world. Seduced by colours and organisation; photography and styling are the most exciting of my passions. However, get me in my feels and the words’ll find their way out to grip onto all those feelings you thought you’d suppressed. Oh, and I love tacos.

Syzer.

They see you as the life of the party, but to no surprise, from behind the smoke you follow my eyes as they read the death in your bones. I retrace my footsteps being careful not to knock my heels into any debris I already haven't avoided, but this time you've actually followed me. The room spins when I'm not even the cunt that's been taking anything. What the fuck do you want from you're making me sick. I swivel my heels and I'm marching again, my arms hang heavy as my muscles recollect the desired world and the reluctant reality I've continuously been plummeted into and carried on my shoulders, You move quite quickly I see, no care in the world? You wish, I wish. I've followed a few paths from Oz as Alice, red heels and frivolous poisons, I don't recommend any, your feet'll take you there anyway and plus maybe on your own you'll find a better way.. But you're still following me, Yet I'm tracing your body language and each shuffle you make, is keeping me one step ahead..

Fugue

See these lights, meek or bright, do you feel love, or inhale a fright? Fugue A presence of change, either you run or you embrace it; still a turn of a page Let me in on your dreams, I swear I'll listen to them all, and whether it's the cock-back of your own attack, I'll still catch you when you fall. Get up, won't you get up..

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Lillie.

Is an art student and musician living in Brooklyn New York. Although she mainly works in illustrative mediums such as color pencils and oil pastels, she also uses acrylic oil and water based paints. Her on going side project on bandcamp “feelin small” was only set up the summer of this year and all the art on her specific web page is done by her.

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