Welcome to my page! My name is Seva Daneilas and I am a first year student at Freestyle Academy. Here at Freestyle I take Digital Media, Design, and English. Freestyle has allowed me to open new doors and avenues for myself as a creative individual. Prior to freestyle, my basic classes lacked innovation and originality; basically they were not focused on the arts.
I have always had a passion for fashion design and writing. Next year I will be attending the University of Oregon to major in Journalism. I feel as though freestyle has aided me in the process of being more confident in my work and to push myself out of my comfort zone. By requiring us to have projects based around interviews and using news and reports to do projects and essays, I was able to get acclimated with what I would like to do in the future. I have often by shy about voicing my opinion and speaking on behalf of others, so that is the main reason why it interests me. As for fashion design, that has been a long term love of mine. Whether it be my day to day outfit, sketching, following up on the latest trends and models, or just photographing street fashion that I see, it is a part of who I am. It brings me a purpose and I hope to pursue that as well.
Thank you so much for allowing me to share my work with you. I put a lot of effort into both of these projects and I hope to grow from your feedback.
Zenith
For this project I created a clothing line. As someone who is very interested in fashion design, and wants to pursue this field as a career, I found that this project both helped me grow and me more knowledgeable . I have also only been limited to sketches and drawings and I have never been able to bring my work to life. This is something that I have always had a dream of doing, and I was very ecstatic to have an opportunity to spend time working on this. In the end, I made three clothing pieces; a tank top with embroidery, I embroidered jeans, and finally used adobe illustrator to design a sweatshirt and get it printed. In addition I also made a mock website, that is linked below.
https://daneilassevasti.wixsite.com/website
Lyrical Essay
- read citizen
- collection of lyrical essays
- got a chance to write our own
(non-binary, pansexual)
One in the Same
Sitting on the sofa, you watch the news. Dancing, celebration, joy, and community. The screen radiates an array of colors.
You are 14 years old. It is pride month.
You feel safe
You feel welcomed
You feel at home.
The vibrant colors on the screen faintly light up the dull white walls, in a futile attempt to paint them, even for a second
Then
The TV has now been turned off.
You readjust to your surroundings
Dimly lit living room
Irritated mother
Go to your room.
What happened to the safe feeling
Is this really home?
No.
No.
No.
You brush that feeling away.
That time of the year rolls around again.
People are coming out.
It seems more
Accepting.
So what’s holding you back.
Is it just you?
Is it them?
Why does it seem so easy for everyone else?
Oh wait.
Its not.
You do.
You see.
It feels like you are trapped in a locked room.
One that shifts with the time.
It was your comfy bedroom: the place you felt ok
Then maybe your closet: a little tight, but still familiar
It’s starting to feel more like a cold, small, metal locker
The ugly ones lined up row by row around the whole school
Why did you do this?
You can’t break down the door
You can’t take it back.
You look down at your trembling hands through watery eyes
Who are your friends?
Maybe you don’t even know
Maybe
It
Will
Be
Better.
Where is the key?
Attention whore
That’s what they call you.
There’s no such thing as different.
Psycho.
Do not give them the satisfaction
Stay quiet.
The constant taunting fills your brain and solidifies the walls that keep you captive.
They only see a fraction of you
The rest is locked away
Just the way they want
Every day, it only gets worse.
You go home and try to feel again.
Wrapping yourself in bedsheets.
Grasping tightly.
Cannot tell your parents.
They won’t understand.
They won’t accept.
They prefer the room to be locked
Just like everyone else
They would “lose” their daughter, the one they know.
But do they actually want to lose her?
You can wait until next year.
The room stays locked, and with it, a part of you.
