Brought up in a complicated environment in Toronto, Ontario, I embody the genes of an asian and canadian lifestyle. Since I am still in school, I don't get much freedom. So when I am home I'm either incessantly drawing or practicing on acrylics, sometimes I am clicking and making graphics on my laptop, basically whatever's got to do with art in my spare time. I am usually caught with my nose in books wherever I am; wherever I go. I take pictures of kids and generally what I find, I'm still trying to handle it the professional way, dealing with focus and exposure. My current goal is to earn that scholarship and get into animation school.

“I'm this superphilosophical kind of person. Stuck in a prison of abstract ideas and overpowering emotions, I have this personality that makes it really hard to survive.”

I am seventeen-years-old, but I've managed to make ends meet eventually.

If not mine; won't be stated. I upload art because it's my life.

No one's ever told me to do what I want in life, but everyone left me expectations on what I should. There is one person I know who has said that they will be supporting whatever it is I wanted to do and that I should look forward to become who I want to be. These words became a part of what I've hoped for in myself for a long time as it became the only strength of that first day of my life when, at that moment, I was forced to push myself and breakdown. I almost lost myself. I believe art is the thing I want to truly focus on, and it's the only thing I think I'm best at doing. It separates me from this unforgetting reality. I don't come from this "high society", so there are many things that separates me from my relatives. I've never really been fond of showing my art, especially to them. I'm used to their words getting sucked into my ear, and I sort of just left it there. I made it a lesson for me to do things on my own terms; have faith in myself when I could. I am cautious when it comes to expression and I'm carefully quiet; when I speak or clarify something, it feels like I can't make perfect sense to anyone. Although I do want to express myself in a way I can, I am in consideration on whether or not to create a website portfolio of my drawings/rough sketches.

For That Only Reason, Whould You Choose To Stay?

For me to decide on everything, is the same thing as leaving the place I have always known. If I give up the chance to go and come back again…that means I can’t get there anymore. I think that it’s normal for humans to live and think to themselves: “…If only I took the chance that time.”
But, for me, it’s one thing I don’t like. I don’t want to live on with regrets. I should be myself and have to live the way I want to live. If I go, I need to go and never look back. I can’t keep thinking and eventually come to doubt why I came in the first place. I never had a past that kept me motivated or sure. I couldn’t depend on anyones answer yet there was no one to depend on… I can never find my place of where I can be without thinking in doubt. But I think to move on is to cherish whatever was there, accept it, and then with all of this pride, just let go; walk straight and forward.