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EMMANUELLA HRISTOVA

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    EMMANUELLA HRISTOVA

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    • poetry books
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    • art
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      The woman who gave me the rose robe was killed by her son.

      26 settembre 2026 · feminism,religion,writing,grief
      Originally writen on Substack, published on September 22, 2026: I had a notification pop-up on...

      Skulls, and why I'm obsessed with them.

      10 settembre 2026 · art,symbols,writing,history
      Originally taken from my Substack, published on September 2, 2026: There is only one god, and...

      The poem that went viral on Instagram 🍎

      10 settembre 2026 · poetry,writing,religion
      Taken from my Substack originally published on July 9, 2026: The above watercolor was painted...

      Behind the Canvas: Attachment 🫀

      10 settembre 2026 · love,heartbreak,painting,writing,poetry
      Taken from my Substack, originally published on August 1, 2026: I was focusing on myself...

      Art, not God, saved my life.

      10 settembre 2026 · identity,grief,religion,writing,art
      Taken from my Substack, originally published on July 9, 2026: Before I was a poet, I was an...

      Goodbye 2022, Hello 2023

      20 febbraio 2023 · 2022,2023,travel,writing,goals
      It’s been over a year since I wrote my last blog post. The truth is, words are always swirling...

      Unplugging in Georgia

      8 dicembre 2021 · travel,Covid-19,writing,nanowrimo,inspiration
      It would have been my fifth year doing National Novel Writing month; and yet, I almost didn’t do...

      Turning 30 in Jersey

      2 maggio 2021 · identity,grief,travel,birthday,family
      This month I turned 30. The big three-oh.  And to commemorate, I decided it was time to visit...

      Thanksgiving During a Global Pandemic

      21 novembre 2020 · Thanksgiving,colonialism,Covid-19,Native Americans,history
      Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays, but I wasn't always a fan. As anyone who's grown up...

      Everything I Did & Didn't Do During Quarantine

      13 giugno 2020 · quarantine,writing,reading,birthday,Covid-19
      “You must be getting a lot of writing done now, right?” I got asked that question a lot during...

      Works on Systematic Racism and Black Identity that Shaped My Worldview

      2 giugno 2020 · black lives matter,racial justice,racism,black identity,privilege
      As many other folks with white skin can attest, you don’t really know about your white privilege...

      Homesickness, Escapism, Uncertainty

      17 marzo 2020 · travel,homesickness,quarantine,Covid-19,Amsterdam
      I was homesick before the lockdown set in. I started missing everyone—my mom, my best friend,...

      The Bookstores of Paris

      12 febbraio 2020 · Paris,bookstores,reading,books,love
      I have a problem. I buy way too many books. Currently, I have a stack of 11 hardcopies that I...

      The Unforeseen Consequences of Being Too Much "In My Head"

      10 gennaio 2020 · travel,life,daydreaming,Sweden,Stockholm
      I have always spent way too much time in my head. I’ve been this way ever since I was little. My...

      On Failing National Novel Writing Month

      6 dicembre 2019 · writing,travel,nanowrimo,inspiration,London
      Every year during the month of November, writers all over the globe attempt a colossal feat: to...

      From the Bay to Hanoi to Paris

      13 novembre 2019 · writing,nanowrimo,travel,novel,trauma
      When my sister died, I knew I would write a book. I can’t tell you how or why I felt this way;...

      From Immigrant to Expat

      28 ottobre 2019 · immigration,expat,identity,education,travel
      I’ve always thought of the word “expat” as code for “white traveler”. But the concept of “expat”...
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        artist

        Emmanuella Hristova was born in Oakland, California and grew up in the Bay Area. She is the third daughter to Bulgarian parents who immigrated to California shortly before she was born. She began drawing at the ripe age of four, and continued to study the fine arts through high school. In 2009, she received a Congressional award for her colored pencil portrait titled Boy in Red. Trained as a realist with a penchant for strong lines and bold colors, Emmanuella easily transitioned into acrylic painting during her studies at UC Berkeley. Her representational abstract portraits explore the objectification of the subject, whether it's herself or famous figures. She is currently focusing on solely abstract acrylic paintings that represent the drama of human emotions as storms and other acts of God.

         

        Photo © Angelica Brewis

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        poet

        First an artist; second, a poet. Emmanuella continued to explore her creativity through poetry, which she began writing at twenty-four. She spent two years as an English teacher in Richmond, California. During that time, she self-published her first poetry collection: The Day My Kisses Tasted Like Disorder. Her poems have been published in For Women Who Roar Issue 2: Power, 365 Days of Covid, and She Rose Issue 3: The Goddess. The Other Crown is her second self-published poetry book. Currently, she is working on two more poetry manuscripts and seeking literary representation for her first novel.

      • blog/substack

        My bi-monthly publication where I discuss the parts of my life that affect my creative process. Be that love, longing, heartbreak, grief, migration, religion, feminism, and/or identity. You can find traces of all of these things in my poetry and artwork.

        The woman who gave me the rose robe was killed by her son.

        26 settembre 2026 · feminism,religion,writing,grief

        Skulls, and why I'm obsessed with them.

        10 settembre 2026 · art,symbols,writing,history

        The poem that went viral on Instagram 🍎

        10 settembre 2026 · poetry,writing,religion

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