Beatrix is a rambunctious teen that works at Market Street Market 3 days a week, attends renaissance school, and draws goofy little pictures. She hopes to invoke visceral joy headaches within the viewers of her work.
Me As Vegetables
I made “me as vegetables” because of my inability to communicate my experiences and emotions with words. As an insufferably inarticulate and mentally ill teen I’ve got a lot of stuff to say and no words to say it. I couldn’t pursue my passion for open conversations about mental health because of my own dang issues. Even though you can’t hear the voices that whisper in my ear, the isolation, or the debilitating feeling that your sister can read your mind when you look at this; I’ve tried my very best to create an experience that conveys the things I feel without struggling to articulate myself.
For you! Have some fun extra things!
LUCK LUCK LUCK LUCK
my blood does not boil
it itches and spikes and spirals in a perpetual lack of stillness
when he clumps together and pierces my skin from the inside
i cannot stop him from running down my arms to discover the source of his unrest
when he sees nothing
i can’t see i can’t see i can’t see can’t see can’t see
CAN’T see WON’T see CAN’T see
when a tree
loops around and around
tighter and tighter
until the space in-between is impenetrable to the thinnest of fingers
it becomes stout
and her circumference is too big for a hug
and she cannot fit through the door
