All posts tagged: perah ralin

my toes say i’ll get into college

ABOUT THE ARTIST: A.A. Reinecke is Tunnel’s newest diarist. She is a writer and poet from Westchester, NY. Her work has most recently appeared in the Claremont Review, and Pulchritude Press. She resides in Northern California where she writes every morning at 5 AM, opposite a print of “View of the World from 9th Avenue” and often beside a glass of Thai iced coffee. In adulthood she plans to write books and live in the woods. Photo from Perah Ralin

Figurefigureform

BRADEN SPEAKS: Personally, I don’t understand how people live without figure drawing. In my humble opinion there is nothing more interesting and stimulating than drawing another human being. ABOUT BRADEN: Born and raised in Los Angeles. Preparing to migrate to New York City to attend the Cooper Union.

AH/LEE/SEE/UH : form

Alicia Marulanda is a 23 year old artist and designer from Montreal, Quebec. She graduated in 2012 in Illustration and Design from Dawson College. ALICIA SPEAKS: “While more recently I’ve found my niche doing mostly graphic and apparel design, I’ve been an artist my whole life and the process of creating comes very naturally to me. Drawing is something that I’ve always found so much joy in, especially when I was younger and much more shy. It was difficult for me to make friends, express myself, and share what I was feeling, so as I grew up art and design became a way for me to communicate. My characters are liberated and unapologetically themselves. They allow me to personify my emotions and create artwork that people have come to empathize with. I’ve also stripped down my style of art quite a bit over the years and try to say as much as possible with the most simple and sensual lines. I am always trying to find a way back to the ‘bare bones’ of what makes a …

Colorful Day

TEI SPEAKS: ” thank you so much for lending your eyes to my pictures for a few moments of your wonderful colorful day i hope some of these things may have caused you to think fun or weird thoughts and i would love to listen to you in any way that you may want to share things you want to share at any time!!” Tei Park is an A1 hooman bean and one of Tunnel’s rolling artists. You can check out more of her work here, and find out more about our rolling artists/becoming a rolling artist here.

An Inheritance: words and pictures

Images courtesy of Ashley Jimenez Six Things You Will Learn About Being American-Born Chinese by Rona Wang When you are seven and the kids at school pull up the outer corners of their eyes, call you chink or gook, you will not get it. You will not understand why they sneer at your lunches and your clothes and your punctured speech. At eight your favorite after-school television cartoon will feature a Mandarin-speaking character but the voice-actor only speaks gibberish, with the subtitle “Speaking Chinese” in bold underneath, as if that’s good enough to fool you. You learn this is how your language is perceived: a string of nonsense. You are nine and your mother still stumbles over vowels, cannot spit out her words without dipping them first in foreign tones, and you are embarrassed. Don’t be. Be proud of the courage it took for her to cross an ocean into a foreign land which told her she didn’t belong, which told her to go home. Be proud of the tenacity it took to survive the winters of …

not a bush: words from rachana hegde

half life you step on the bus smelling like chlorine eyes bright, prickling with tears; all those late nights are catching up to you, swallowing your sanity whole; i watch you call your mother words blurring together – (& this might be a memory but) i remember: the shape of your hands on the windowsill pressing hope into the tip of a pencil scratching out a different dream from the one your father screamed fingers clenched around the door-handle of your room; when you sit down next to me, you carry the weight of unshed tears – two phone calls later you’re clawing at your wrists muttering about mistakes & consequences & i grow tired of watching you draw blood from a body that deserves better – (you deserve better) – than a half life filled to the brim with: school / swimming / school / swimming “this is how we become tragedies (statistics)” I tell you but there is an exam next week & you want to start studying. *  *  * Metamorphosis I …

who·lee·ah: an interview

All words and artwork by Julia Rocha, a senior in high school. Scroll below for an exclusive interview. Self Portrait Along the Borderline between Mexico and the United States Daughter of Frida Daughter of Diego Thought to have been born a mess of mangled appendages, Years later, she reassembles herself. Sewing together baby arms baby legs She emerges fractured and triumphant. Digging herself out of the ground– Her skin covered in chocolate dirt, Finding herself in a desert, She takes after the cacti that grow around her: Never succumbing to thirst. For five years she walked Tiny feet encrusted in burning sand She did not plan to stop walking Until one day, a fence sprouted like a weed: Wrapping itself around her. A metal barricade Tear streaks of rust engraved on its surface She finally stops walking Curled up in the shade of the wall She sleeps for the first time. The first few nights she dreams of sunflowers, Dreams of yellow petals towering over her Covering her like weightless blankets. One night she dreams of …

adolescent fragments // poetry by M.L.

Pin Ball Machine: Bursting through the door Freezing and frigid Yanking off a red cotton coat Nothing distinct Blood boiling, livid All was a whirlwind People and places and other nouns Confused with each new house With each move, they’ve decreased in size Jobs and salaries lower But the costs of living rise I can hear the drums drumming at night The metronome counting off Each tick and tock One after the other, A steady tenor The train racing by Cutting through the night Like glass A father’s footsteps tap Against the creaking wood floor An insatiable hunger he has for more Stumbling, Mumbling, disoriented He pulls at the lamps Her room floods-too bright Her eyes flicker open Then shut quickly, Tight Making sure to squeeze out all the light Frog punch bowl: Lying in my own history There lies little honesty Always in between fights Always awake amid the night Fists and words fly through the air Shrapnel wreaking havoc everywhere Women sift through grocery aisles Like they do the flour In the meals …

Textural Music by Romeal Strong

Interview and transcription by Perah Ralin Managing Editor Photo by Romeal Strong ROMEAL, A TWO PART INTERVIEW Romeal Strong (aka Corvus/Crow Beat/Linius Pallitax) is a musician and photographer based in Los Angeles. He doesn’t get creeped out, nor does he need your validation. Read below for the full interview. PART I You sent me the link to the Soundcloud for Crow Beat, but you have your other moniker, Linius… Oh, Linius Pallitax? Yeah. LINIUS PALLITAX:  Yeah, Linius Pallitax! Do you think you’re moving away from dance music? You haven’t posted anything on there for like, a year. [my mistake!! it was 2 months] I make a lot of music, but I don’t really like to post things in general. I think I have like a thousand songs. I just don’t really like to put stuff out. Yeah, I thought I put something on it recently, on the Linius Pallitax? I don’t know. Do you feel like not wanting to post things is an emotional kind of thing or do you just feel like “This is …