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

Hiii, i'm Sierra, and i like drawing things in my sketchbook. i'm 20 years old and live in nyc as a college student. I spend most of my time studying architecture and working at a cafe, but when I'm not doing that i'm drawing, reading, and making zines. I also enjoy meandering around the internet looking for pretty sounds. I aspire to be a hermit who rarely leaves my house.

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."

"I'm not comfortable with words. I love images, and I love sounds, and I love feelings. I like the idea of intuition. I think a lot of things in life are understood that way. But you internalize these things; they don't really pop out. Certain things are built inside - little areas of understanding. I feel that I live in darkness and confusion, and I'm trying, like we all are, to make some sort of sense of it." - David Lynch (r.i.p.)