ZINES, 2021 Collection
My response to the #HueYearsResolution challenge I hosted on Instagram from Jan 4–Feb 14, 2021.
I designed and authored all six zines in the collection, each representing a different period of my life.
These diaristic explorations are chronological typographic prose/digital art hybrids.
RED ZINE—"BLIND"
Meditations on my experiences in a past relationship of which I am still unsure how I feel.
It references events that took place from late 2011 to late 2013.
ORANGE ZINE—"LETTERS"
A collection of illustrations of his words, postmarked over a 17-month period. 📬 I feel a certain guilt associated with displaying the words he sent me in private in such a public way.
I'd like to thank the subject of this zine for providing me with the words that decorate this piece. I may not have asked permission, but at times, neither did he.
I'd like to thank the subject of this zine for providing me with the words that decorate this piece. I may not have asked permission, but at times, neither did he.
YELLOW ZINE—"THE FINDING"
The title holds a triple meaning.
(1) The finding of myself as a separate entity, unattached and free-falling for the very first time.
(2) A reference from my Catholic upbringing, the fifth joyful mystery, where Jesus is found in the temple, challenging the priests and questioning their interpretation of the Bible. This feels congruent to my own curiosity during this time, questioning what he had taught me and searching for answers in a new world where he was less present.
(3) The finding of a new soul — one who is just as lost, and as divine timing will have it, we fell into each other.
(1) The finding of myself as a separate entity, unattached and free-falling for the very first time.
(2) A reference from my Catholic upbringing, the fifth joyful mystery, where Jesus is found in the temple, challenging the priests and questioning their interpretation of the Bible. This feels congruent to my own curiosity during this time, questioning what he had taught me and searching for answers in a new world where he was less present.
(3) The finding of a new soul — one who is just as lost, and as divine timing will have it, we fell into each other.
In these events, I mostly feel like a madman, bouncing around blindly in the dark, experimenting and questioning, longing and crying and loving as much as I possibly could to see just where it might stick.
GREEN ZINE—"EUPHORIA"
The color of life, renewal, growth, harmony, newness, and safety. For me, this was a rebirth.
Looking at it now as a finished piece, it feels a little darker—more uneasy. As much as I tried to reflect on the good times, I remained permanently distracted by the sadness that imminently followed.
BLUE ZINE—"TRUE BLUE"
Two very unique journeys come to an end. I was just born.
PURPLE ZINE—"HERE THINKING"
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. (Anybody who says they aren't is lying)
The effort might be futile, but I live for the moments in which I arrive at a very particular question and share with the person next to me, just to feel them turn back to me and say, "hey, I wonder that too."
I think that's how I would describe love.
The effort might be futile, but I live for the moments in which I arrive at a very particular question and share with the person next to me, just to feel them turn back to me and say, "hey, I wonder that too."
I think that's how I would describe love.
Look Ma, I turned out okay in the end.
