Angela Bulich

In this graphic narrative, minimalist illustrations and diluted blue color play embody the mind of a calm and withdrawn anti-hero. An apathetic femme fatale who bathes in melancholy and revels in loneliness. In her visual diary shrouded under the stars: small poetic moments between the bathtub and bedroom-both mundane and evocative. “Diary” is an installation of 22 12''x12'' vignettes. Each vignette’s title delivers the glimpse of a narrative in an otherwise mundane visual episode of lust, isolation, self care, and self sabatage.

Your hands around my neck
Wring me out.

My lips on your face
caustic approval

The blood pooling under my skin
A souvenir

That comes And goes
without concern

Not unlike myself