Five years ago, I was a closeted trans woman who didn’t feel like she fit in anywhere. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, and was content in getting an engineering degree and hating my work because at least I would be making a decent amount of money. Then, I fell in love with art again, thanks to a largely queer community of fighting game players that attend local events in North Carolina. If I could talk to my younger self back then, I would let them know that I found myself. I’m not where I need to be yet, but I am reaching for it and constantly improving myself. I’m the happiest I have ever been when I get to engage in my artwork and creation. For a long time, I wished I knew what I wanted to do. If I could tell my younger self to start doing artwork, though, I don’t think I would. I think the despair and fear of not knowing what I wanted to do for so long is important to my artwork.
