(view on laptop!) welcome to my tiny crevice of the web

hello, i'm Sierra. I'm 20 and live in nyc. Currently I study architecture at NYU and Pratt and wait tables. When I'm not doing either of those things, I indulge in various other habits, like spending time with my beloveds and such. I aspire to travel around various places selling my wares and eating exorbitant amounts of food.

I'm half-blind, and in Norse myth, so is Odin, the All-Father, who sold his eye to the guard-giant Mimir in exchange for a drink from the well of infinite wisdom. I like Odin's story better than mine so that's why i have this username.

There's this dream I've had since I was little of a field of pink, yellow, and green grasses in a valley surrounded by blue mountains. I imagine myself lying on my stomach with my head in my hands with no memories of my life. A lot of the things I draw come from or are spurred on by this image of a field/the music i imagine playing there.

I love so much about the world even when it's not so pleasurable, and when I draw I'm hoping to communicate how I see it somehow. I hope anyone who looks at it enjoys it in some way. I love you i love you !!.

"The red world And corresponding red breezes / Went on Geryon did not” - Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red (my favorite book of all time). i really want to read this one again. I lent my copy to a friend and she hasn't given it back..

"In their last spring their flowers bud and blossom in enormous bunches and fill the air with a smell so sweet that it stings your nostrils from two blocks away; then their fruits ripen all at once, whole limbs break off due to their excessive weight, and after a few weeks the ground is covered with rotting lemons. It is a strange sight, he said, to see such exuberance before death." - Benjamin Labatut, When We Cease to Understand the World

"You've been dreaming lies again, Susana." - Juan Rulfo, Pedro Paramo.

"'I love,' said Susan, 'and I hate. I desire one thing only. My eyes are hard. Jinny's break into a thousand lights. Rhoda's are like those pale flowers to which moths come in the evening. Yours grow full and brim and never break. But I am already set on my pursuit. I see insects in the grass. Though my mother still knits white socks for me and hems pinafores and I am a child, I love and I hate." - Virginia Woolf, The Waves.

"We have been in this rain for hours." - Maggat, "Valium Kid."

"Now I shall spy on beauty as not has / spied on it yet." - Nabokov, Pale Fire.