I’ve always been an outcast as a kid. I used to eat grass and bring wood chips from the playground into the classroom to play with them under the desk like dolls in 2nd grade. Rough-housed with boys (sitting on them while I was completely convinced I was a Power Ranger), being held on the side during recess for a week when I stole shopkins from girls’ backpacks. Things really changed for me when I moved after that year. My dad had my mom, sister, him and me move to Vietnam for some job opportunities. International school was too expensive and I can’t speak a lick of Viet as well as I can understand it as a US born Viet child from immigrant parents. So I just plainly didn’t have school. It was great the two years I didn’t have it, living the dream of any average child. When I came back to the US, I wasn’t any less alienated.

5th grade at like what 10 yrs old I think?? Living in Vietnam not even knowing its language meant me not making any friends my age. Those two years were just me and my family, my parents doing the talking for me and my sister when needed.

 Imagine what my lil pea brain was thinking when my sick Justice shirt and side part wasn’t considered cool and I was being clowned for not having/knowing what Musically was or what Fortnite emotes even meant. So I just stuck with what I was familiar with: art. I drew like a weirdo all the time and I still do. It really kicked off in Vietnam when I traced Pokemon from some tutorial on a guys channel called Cartooning4Kids (big wet kisses 2 him) and I gained praise for it even though it wasn’t my work (shhhh). But it fueled me to do my own thing now.

My biggest inspirations are 2000s anime and character design/media. I lllooovvveee colorful and cute things. I dislike minimalism because I like to see people’s personality through how they live, the things they own, their living space, etc. There’s no better honesty than the way people let their life flow and you can see that best through the way they live their life the way they want to. I would never change myself to be something other people want me to be because to put it simply it’s corny to let strangers be a tyrant of your own life. The version of myself now is someone who loves going places on the public bus, is practicing to be a tattoo artist (with my cheap lil $40 gun off amazon), and is content with the way I am.