from texts from last night.
I’m still laughing.
- G.K. Chesterton
Over the past year, I’ve grown a lot; as a person, as an artist. However, still, I wonder when I will find my voice. While my work has changed, it still doesn’t really reflect who I am. It doesn’t show the workings of my mind, it doesn’t show my hopes & fears, it doesn’t show the person I aspire to be.
Right now, it’s just a sliver of me. I see about 20% “Viet-My” and 80% “Meaningless Pretty Things I Like To Draw”. I’m slowly trying to unlock parts of myself, learning to render my soul, pixel by pixel. But it’s so hard. I don’t know how to articulate who I am.