These diaristic explorations tell a chronological story through typographic, prose-filled digital collage art. Beginning with past abuse & trauma and ending in my healing process, these zines take you through 6 years of my life (20122017), one hue at a time. 2022 marks one decade from the start of these events that led me to dark days, but never destroyed me. I am here today, celebrating my survival with the minting of this collection.

Hue Zines

Zine 6 of 6 in the Hue Year"s Resolution Zine Collection. These diaristic explorations tell a chronological story through typographic, prose-filled digital collage art.

Beginning with past abuse & trauma and ending in my healing process, these zines take you through 6 years of my life (20122017), one hue at a time. 

2022 marks one decade from the start of these events that led me to dark days, but never destroyed me. I am here today, celebrating my survival with the minting of this collection.

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------HERE THINKING: ZINE 6, PURPLE

Life Period: 2017, where I have all the questions and no answers.

This zine begins with a learned survival tactic (loving), and ends in questioning just about all of my memories.

I question my memory more often than I should. Is that how it really happened? Looking back, knowing what I know now, it"s hard to conjure the feelings and emotions I once felt without immediately explaining them away or deeming them invalid because of x, y, or z. 

Resist that urge. Don"t explain them away. You can still know what you know now, but don"t let that keep you from exploring all of the feelings and emotions you once felt. I"m a big believer that the present moment is all we have, and if you felt a certain way in a certain moment, that is the truest form of your memory of it.

Or so Ive pondered.

To all of the questions, to none of the answers. To existing in spaces where you"re allowed to admit you"re still figuring it out.

I heard once we"re all just stardust.