This artwork “Silk and Steel” perfectly sums up the dual nature of this choreography: Silk = The smooth, flowing, easy-looking surface of the performance: arms sweeping, body flowing, looks effortless.

This peice is the internal conflict of growing up dancing cultural traditional dances and the contradiction that I feel when I try to train technically in ballet.

Life is not easy, and whenever I have a bad day at school, I go home, turn on some music, and just dance.

This poem captures the feelings I had during the first few weeks of Junior year.

People often overlook depression because it isn’t a tangible thing they can see.

The Artist Statement, in my opinion, was much harder to write than the actual collection of pieces itself.

Both poems come from places where I’ve felt voiceless, overwhelmed, and forced to grow up too fast.

I made this writing piece to express how confined we are as people when looking at or how we feel about our bodies.

Reality and falsehood can become so intertwined, especially after traumatic events.

I have always been intrigued by ghost stories, and the concept of being forced to stay in one place for all eternity, everything changing while you remain completely unchanged was a driving theme for this piece.

These pieces reflect the broader theme of identity and mark the ending of childhood in a rather universal way.

I write every day.

This piece is a letter written from a girl to her mother explaining why she ran away from home.

Make Me As Perfect As The Glowing Sun is a collection of three poems, which all share the theme of rebirth.

This collection explores the intimate moments of love and grief and how they shape the ways we remember.

This set of poems is essentially the parts of my life I could no longer carry.

This is 3 poems, all about love, and struggling with grief.

In this 3 a.m. piece written by the author after staying up to finish homework, Phoebe starts living. (alternatively: how many caffeinated energy drinks does it take to kill someone?)

This work was inspired by a piece of my mother’s trauma.

I think the features you are born with do not define you.