Kim Salac

Kim Salac
Media Staff

Kim is currently an Aunspaugh Fellow with UVA's Department of Art. In their free time, they love watching Moonlight director commentaries or films in general, being a mediocre cook, and exploring fashion. As a queer artist of color, their work often reflects a desire to unpack the spaces we live in and the identities we hold close as a means to push for social justice. Their portfolio can be found at kimsalac.com

 

 

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an house on fire against a dark, black background

I drive, gripping my steering wheel, towering electric poles zooming by like lanky giants.

a dark hallway with orange accents

This film employs the act of doing laundry, in its habitual, cyclical mundaneness, to reflect a deep longing for a cultural heritage under the strain of constant, quiet erasure.

a bright blue outline of a body falling downward on a background of red swirls

“Why do you think you still have to stay there, after everything that’s happened?” my best friend whispers, her concern ringing out in this childhood bedroom. Nestling my head into the crook of my arm, I struggle to open my eyes, puffy and bloodshot from the evening.

astronaut in space

Over black, a distant melody breaks through: the SOUND of waves crashing on a shore, an undulating rumbling in the distance...

INT. A CRAMPED, DECREPIT SPACECRAFT - NIGHT

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hands holding letters

Every year on my birthday, I write a letter addressed to myself a year from now. I click send (god bless the internet and pre-scheduled emails) and the next birthday, in reading all that I wished for myself, I am renewed with hope and visions of futurity—a gift from the past.

envelope with iris flowers

Dear Beloved Reader,

I have a confession to make. 

It’s a secret that I’ve been quietly harboring since high school graduation. 

I was a band kid. 

girl looking out into the distance with her thoughts suspended all around her

two cultured,
my mind cluttered,
i struggle,
attempt to juggle. 

image of reflected faces

I can’t bear
To draw self-portraits of myself.
I don’t trust mirrors
And I don’t trust my eyes.

a person with their head on folded arms

Here is what I did when I first got here: I meticulously cleaned my apartment.

arms holding up envelopes

Letter from the editor for the final issue of the 2021-22 academic year.

quote bubbles with one in the center that says "F*CK UVA"

“Maybe I’m biased because I don’t like him.”

spider plants hanging in pots

I sometimes wonder if I have pockets full of invisible nickels that try to ground me on the days I don’t know what I’m doing.

a set of bowls in blue shades

Let me contemplate my relationship with infinity.

circles arranged like a tray of food in orange tones

the aftermath of living—
have we ever thought about it?

an image of a person on top of a boat sail

When Little Boy spent summers at the sea

records alternate in black and red and white and teal

We’ve all heard about which Beatles album or obscure 90s indie band every music nerd insists is the pinnacle of musical creation, but what about the newer acts?