Gloria Chen
“ If thou of fortune be bereft,
And in thy store there be but left
Two loaves — sell one,
And with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul. ”
“ If thou of fortune be bereft,
And in thy store there be but left
Two loaves — sell one,
And with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul. ”
Contact:
Phone: 646-573-1629
Email: chengloria0410@gmail.com
Gloria Chen is a Social & Cultural Analysis and International Relations student with a passion for storytelling across mediums. From childhood sketches to an evolving portfolio of photography, creative writings, and poetry, she navigates the intersection of visual and written narratives with curiosity and depth.
With a keen eye for composition and atmosphere, Gloria captures fleeting moments through her lens and distills emotions into words. Whether through film critique, personal essays, or experimental poetry, she crafts work that lingers—bridging introspection with a broader cultural lens. For her, storytelling is not just an art but a way of seeing, understanding, and reimagining the world.
Photography
Still Photography Portrait Photography
exploration of personal growth, reflections on changes in my emotional life,
and a few pieces that address social issues, such as gender topics,
with calls for awareness and hope.
Special thanks to Chloe Zhong for her support in this section.
A piece of freewriting
Train running backward, twenty more minutes till the next stop
Blocks of buildings. Tree and water
Running, running, running –
Toward the opposite
The other side of me
Suddenly, a bit lost
About the ginger yellow light, car 6283,
And three bottles of American beer.
Then the sun started setting
Outside the window
“we fell in love”
From the headphone,
“My girl”
And July
The last time I listened to this song---in summer,
I was pondering.
Something ineffable flooded in,
My world.
Crowds revolving around me
Light and shadow
Flickered
Our fall—
I sat with her, happy hands interlocked. Watching everything around us
Water, trees, buildings
Beacon, New York, Daisies.
Her
Rewinding, of everything,
Except us.
Above
To my world.