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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a white shattered heard surrounded by broken red blocks

This is the last time I’ll ever come here.

Three green wedding rings on a pink background

I got married last weekend.

three anatomical hearts with a green heart in the middle of two orange hearts

I remember the first time I saw them, and I think I almost passed out.

green water with pink fish with pink hooks in their mouths

It’s not alright and it hasn’t been alright, not since you yelled at me over flowers, but the flowers weren’t really the issue.

some ladybugs sitting on green leaves

Did you know that ladybugs like honey?

an white phone being held up by a distubring white face

I listen to her voice break on the other side of the line, describing all the things he did to make her feel Crazy.

an image of a foot with a blue anklet on it against a blue background

i’m tired of love. of being told that love is going to fix the irrevocable loneliness of existence. because we’re not in love, are we?

form of a person's legs in pink against blue background

I scheduled my life around these substances while I was home in Houston; the amount of Netflix and fanfiction I consumed comprised a heaping portion of my one meal a day.

shelves of SPAM on a wall in blue cans

When I was a kid, Saturday mornings meant a breakfast of fried rice, a runny egg, and SPAM—a staple in our pantry growing up.

hands holding up letters

This cycle's theme is food/cooking.

three plates of food on green plates

I didn’t always think I had to eat. Like many college students, I had a very bad habit of not prioritizing my body and, if anything at all, eating was a reward.

An imagine of people at a table resembling the last supper scene

When I was in my junior year of high school, I wrote a piece for my end-of-the-year project in AP Language and Composition titled “Recipe.”