The featured artist for this edition of HLR Spotlight is Jasmine Cowan, a student in the Visual & Digital Arts program, which is part of Humber’s Faculty of Media & Creative Arts.
Posts tagged #Spotlight 5
One Last Wish...
You never realize how good you have it until it’s too late. One day you could have everything and everyone you wanted in your life. The next it could be all gone, and you cannot do anything about it.
A Fight in Two Cages
I couldn’t put my finger on why he trained so hard. Whenever I asked him, he would shrug off my question and say, “I have to look out for my family.”
Microdosing Wild
So, four years later, in another restless summer with my up-north trip just days away, I turned back to Wild.
Demetria and Me
I’ve seen so much, but I don’t feel wise. My brain is a dizzy mess of too many memories.
A Pandemic Summer
Who would have thought that the best decision I could’ve ever made was to jump out of a bedroom window in the farthest corner of my great-aunt’s house and run as fast and as far as I could?
Conversations That Changed My World
Even though we shared the same culture and beliefs, we were very different, starting with the obvious: the colour of my skin.
The Faulty Path Out of Perfectionism
My body was still and shrunk like a wilting flower, hugging itself gently, compensating for the bitter battle I was losing inside.
A Tale of a House and Two Babies
It starts with a house in the heart of the French Quarter in New Orleans; or rather, it starts with a baby born in that house in 1858, because doesn’t every story begin with a baby?
A Story of Growing Up: Life lessons learned from a pink jacket, a bowl of potato salad, and Forrest Gump
I had a mission: to replace my identity as the quiet girl with something else. Anything else, really. But I didn’t have quite a lot to be known for.
The Tryout
The knot in my stomach now felt big enough to consume me entirely, and the tears in my eyes stung like a thousand bees. There was no way I could do this.
The Meadow Branching Out of Toronto
The Meadow Branching Out of Toronto is where my heart lies. It’s where my heart cries over the idea of lacking success in life, but it knows well that I will be safe in my meadow if I take good care of it.
My Torontonization
I had been to the observation level so many times during my work hours, but I never got a chance to sit there and observe. This time, I had nowhere to go and nowhere to be.
Sororidad
Ignorance is the only thing that doesn’t have any limits, everything else ends up finding its boundaries sooner or later.
Somehow, You Turn Out Like Me
Somehow, you turn out just like me in a dream. In another time I would’ve thought it a bad dream, awful even, but now it’s just a dream.
The Unbreakable Bond
Sometimes I wish my sister was dead. Perhaps this thought is too macabre. But, given the events that have taken place over the past 48 hours, it’s hard to get it off my mind.