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

Hey, i'm Sierra, welcome to my site. I'm 21 and live in New York. I study architecture and urban design at NYU and Pratt, and wait tables on the side. When I'm not studying, I'm reading, drawing, running, learning softwares like ZBrush and AutoCad, and in general getting super skilled and jacked, not really, there's a lot of lazy hedonism in there as well ideally

I decided to code this site because I don't like how Instagram makes up my whole digital presence. I don't enjoy social media very much -- the only thing I like about it is its capacity for archiving, the ability it gives me to document my life and the things I make. I tend to move on quickly from the past, but when things truly matter to me, I dedicate a lot of time to conserving them, whatever they may be - friendships, heirlooms, certain memories, or ambitions. The upkeep is sentimental and sometimes bitter but in the long-term, extremely gratifying. I'm hoping I can use online platforms, if anything, to this end. It is a better use of my time online than any alternative.

for instance - 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 am very intrigued by the idea that I can capture a memory. I hope you enjoy this site and are having a sweet day. 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 nome has / spied on it yet." - Nabokov, Pale Fire.