Mariam Seshan
Mariam Seshan
Mariam Seshan
Managing Editor of Design, she/her
Mariam is a third year at UVA majoring in Global Studies and minoring in Data Science. She loves digital art, traveling, anything sci-fi or mystery themed, and trying out new boba tea places.
Contact her at: mty6kf@virginia.edu
See Mariam’s Work!
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Volume III, Issue I: Mothers Pass Down Pearls of Wisdom (and Pearl Earrings)
Art by Mariam Seshan, Words by Aliza Susatijo
Just as all other aspects of life are cyclical, so too is fashion.
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Volume III, Issue I: Letter from the Editors on Renaissance
We begin in darkness, where many things do. The earth clings to an inky silence, still damp with dreams. But as it shivers awake, shedding the velvet cloak of night, shadows surrender to dawn’s gentle flush.
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Volume III, Issue II: the girl who lived
art by Mariam Seshan, words by Sarayu Kurra
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Volume III, Issue V: made to last a lifetime
art by Mariam Seshan, words by Aliza Susatijo
i. Furiously knitting into the darkest hours
Of the night, relying on old memories of love
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Volume II, Summer Issue: Lessons From Returns
Art by Mariam Seshan, Words by Wendy Gao,
“Arrival home” is a synonym for “return.”
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Volume II, Summer Issue: A Recipe for the Future
Art by Mariam Seshan, Words by Scarlet M.
A month ago, in my apartment,
minced chicken sizzles on an obsidian hot plate
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Volume II, Issue I: lady bird
Art by Jasmine Wang, Words by Bhavyasri Suggula
my name is bhavyasri, but i prefer to be called bhavya.
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Volume II, Issue II: Mary, Revisited
Art by Mariam Seshan, Words by Cayla Celis
He told me I was pregnant yesterday.
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Volume II, Issue II: IMDb Reviews About Myself
Art by Mariam Seshan, Words by Adrian Alora
A student at the University of Virginia rediscovers their identity with the help of a Filipino student organization and a semi-debilitating marijuana addiction.
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Volume II, Issue III: As it Washes Away
Art by Mariam Seshan, Words by Mia Tan
Bee would eventually reach an impressive height, but at the time she was small and needed leverage—on a hazy afternoon in our backyard, she leaned forward, adjusted her purple hair clip, and told me about her and the moon.
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Volume II, Issue IV: Roots and Rituals — Our Sacred Family Garden
Art by Mariam Seshan, Words by Charity Warren
We used to have this big, cherished backyard at our old house. My mom and dad could just barely afford it, but they wanted my brothers and I to have somewhere safe to play that wasn’t in the street or at the giant ‘Christmas tree’ down the street.
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'23-24 Print Edition
Mariam’s Page Designs on pg 9, 13, 23-25
Mariam’s Art Featured on pg 22
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Volume I, Issue II: Letter from the Editors on Utopia & Dystopia
Art by Mariam Seshan, Words by Jasmine Wang & Wendy Gao
Dear reader,
Happy Asian Native Hawaiian Pacific Islander Heritage Month (ANHPIHM) from {in}Visible Magazine! This May marks the 31st year of celebrating ANHPI communities in the United States.
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Volume I, Issue I: Letter from the Editors on Memory
Art by Mariam Seshan, Words by Jasmine Wang & Wendy Gao
Dear reader,
In the beginning, there were memories. Memories of homelands, families, comfort food, languages, and religions.
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Volume I, Issue II: ghost from the machine
Art by Mariam Seshan, Words by Wendy Gao
when we came, we came with nothing but our bodies
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Volume I, Issue II: Chandamaama Kadalu
Art by Mariam Seshan, Words by Bhavyasri Suggula
I snuggled against my stuffed animals and the soft linen sheets, my anklets softly ringing as I watched Amma ponder a bedtime story.
