Mi Memoria
I remember pink eye every week.
I remember swarms of mosquitoes to dodge daily.
I remember the hail storm, the terrible hail storm.
Then I remember the horrible tragedy that ruined my life.
I remember the convalescence of the recent event.
I remember the Saturday evenings under the fortress of sheets on living room furniture with milk and home made cookies.
I remember the fall, how much I loved it, how much I loved rolling in the amber sea.
I remember the wonderful snow and the giant snowball.
I remember how long the snow boulder lasted on the way to spring.
I remember the one-stoplight-town where life was simple, calm, aburrido.
I remember el entusiasmo of the move.
I remember the learning of a new language.
I remember the insanity of the middle school where I endured things that almost led me to my end.
I remember switching schools and how scared I was.
I remember the insane popularity that freshman year brought.
I remember the confusion of love.
I remember yet another switch of schools.
I remember walking in the room and seeing people conversing with the common nut.

Self-Portraits
I’ve always been that kid who never really thought I’d get tall enough to reach all the berries on the tree. And now I’ve just got to get it through my head that I have a little while before I can elongate my neck to reach all the berries.

To the outside world, I’m a moderately spastic yet shy person of obvious contradiction, but as anti-social as I look, I get a lot of friends because I believe in looking for the good in people.

When I look up to that thing in the corner of my eye, what is it? What is this thing, so small and such a glint of light? Oh little spectacle, what art thou? I’ll keep looking at you until you detach yourself from that branch and come down…wait. I know what you are, you silly goose!

On Photography
I like that you can take a moment in time that emits significance of some form and keep it forever. Taking pictures makes me feel powerful that I possess the ability to acquire instances in everyday life that may or may not resemble a slight perfection in this imperfect society.

About the Artist
Lucas Harrison is a 16-year-old boy. Lucas Harrison is one of a set of triplets. He is very passionate about art of every form and is interested in and currently aprendiendo español.