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It was not until now--until I had let my parents go-- had let my five part-time / 1099 / volunteer / work-trade / contractor jobs go-- my loyal, patient, kind, and selfless boyfriends go--my sweet, fun, loving, and charming friends go--have I finally become able to live at peace with myself.

No longer thinking of what I should or ought to be doing, what someone wants from me, needs from me, or perceives of me. No longer do I have to spend every waking moment filled with others' tasks for me, filling my head with chatter and entertainment.

Is medicine real? I've had my suspicions for so long--imbibed in me by my own mother. Has "Western thinking" finally permeated my soul?

When I couldn't continue to microdose on psilocybin, or when I felt that therapy reached a plateau and cost too much; when I lost a full-time job I truly cared about, I guess something in me broke and I finally gave in.

I took the pills.

Not once, not twice.

I took them day after day.

And now I depend on them... instead of people... to function.

But I am able to see people, interact with people, to love people, to hurt people, to be hurt by people, to be disappointed by people. To be honest with people, to have courage with people. I am able to both be with people and without people. I now have a choice and I am no longer just a victim of my feelings and emotions.

I don't think I have ever experienced this before, until now. I can observe my urges. I can see my impulses. I can walk towards them and away from them. I can witness them, and I can not feel guilty. I can see the bigger picture, and I can value and protect myself. I can love myself.

I can take responsibility and communicate more clearly to others. I can show up to a party, and leave when I want to. Finally, I am someone I am comfortable being. I am someone I am happy to be. I am someone I am genuinely proud of. And I think that is terrifying.

It is as if I don't know who I am anymore. My identity was "a hot mess," "a bundle of chaos," "a toxic partner," "a cheater," "a liar," and "a bad employee," "unreliable" for so long. I genuinely don't believe that I am that person anymore. In fact, I am the opposite of all of those things. Yes, I have the tendencies, and perhaps they will always be a part of me. But they are now something I witness... and I let pass.

The therapy is working. The medication is doing its job. I feel as if I am finally starting to get a grasp on how the world works. I am no longer longer stuck in my fear of it. Even when I have my moments of hopelessness... or I forget to take my medication for a couple days and my world begins to collapse, I find my tools and I dig myself out. Patiently, gently, slowly, and lovingly.

Maybe I'm not afraid of being alive now. At all. The only thing I might be afraid of now could be the success that I always felt destined for. The success that now feels possibly inevitable.

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Yi Fang Mural Design

An illustrated, traditional style design for the mural. The Atlanta flagship store of Taiwanese tea shop, Yi Fang Fruit Tea.

Some close-ups of the design itself. ☺

We made it a point to include the elements of the wall that were already there (i.e. door, windows, and electrical units).

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Yi Fang Mural Painting Part 5

The Food Stand... the last and possibly most time-consuming part of the mural to complete. I received many notes at the last minute from the business owner. However, I am extremely happy in the end that he gave me these notes because I believe they enhanced the mural greatly. Wahoo!

The notes were to add this pattern, a pineapple fruit, and open the eyes of the boy and boba chef.

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Yi Fang Mural Painting Part 4

One of the building owner's wishes was that we would incorporate some of the building's elements, like this window... so we did!

A personal favorite part of the mural was the little girl drinking boba and squatting on the motorcycle. This was a request the business owner made, and I think it adds so much life to the painting!

An early rendition of boba girl:

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Yi Fang Mural Painting Part 3

Filling out the doors...

The design:

The final result:

The process:

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Yi Fang Mural Painting Part 2

That's me, wearing the funky painter's pants, taking a step back to look at the progress so far.

This is Nick, he's actually a very experienced commercial and real estate painter, specializing in renovations. He knew exactly what type of paint we needed to make the mural last a long time. Nick helped out with the fill colors while I focused on the detailed brushwork.

A couple guests (aka my parents) made special cameos to help speed up the painting process! Thanks Mom and Dad <3

Some more in-progress photos showing the colors being filled in.

Adjusting colors adding shapes...

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Yi Fang Mural Painting Part 1.

We first painted over a previous mural that was on the wall, being careful to match the previous base paint.

With a fresh canvas, and all potential leakage points covered and chiseled off, we were ready to paint!

We waited until night when I was able to set up a projector and outline the design for a general sense of the dimensions.

Some preliminary coats of colors were set.

Nick T. filled colors while I traced the lines with a dark brown.

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Playing around with Procreate 03/2021

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Storyboards from 2017.

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Media. April 23, 2020

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Latest prototypes for pieces of @yirouart. 

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Another Short Film in the Making

This one is titled Dope Mister Dee. Something I’m very proud of, and had an incredible experience making. It was challenging from start to finish, but I had one of the most smooth experiences with actors and crew. Everyone brought on board contributed significantly, with their whole heart. This reminded me why I love directing and what a joy it is when I am given the opportunity to work on something I believe in. 

Here are some photos:

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It’s a cloudy day in Southern California. There’s a lot of work to be done, but it’s a cloudy day and somehow the streets are quieter than usual. Is it the calm before the storm? Or am I, for this moment, standing in the middle of a hurricane? When you live in Los Angeles it’s easy to get completely overwhelmed—by the people, the city, the cars, and the sheer expanse of the town. Maybe the reason you came here was to accomplish something. Or maybe you were born here, raised in Inglewood, Westwood, Beverly Hills, or Burbank. The point is that you’re here now. And you’re in this life of Los Angeles. You know that it’s not perfect, and you know there’s ups and downs. If it’s mostly downs, maybe your dream was too big. Or maybe your hustle wasn’t hard enough. Or maybe you weren’t cut out for it. Frankly, though, take a step back. Would you be as good as you are, anywhere else in the world? Any other city? Probably. You are you and nothing is really going to change that. All a place can do is push you closer. To what you’re meant to be. A leader? A follower? A creative? A corporate? In this world, you’ve got to fight. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of nowehre. You innovate because you have to. You paint, you sing, because you have to. And you study hard because it’s a part of you. It’s only when you realize these things and accept who you are, that you will excel. Stop trying to compare yourself, and stop trying to be someone else. Love yourself, love your uniqueness, and love who you are. Don’t second just. Just go.

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she is a thing of exquisite beauty her taste peculiar from another world she lacks organization and structured life but dae to dae mo tu mo cause ache and app the strength of bir. birth. She was born in the night of a midsummer’s day. once out of the womb left Saifgar behind. Saifgar, her companion of times remainer of the allies who abandoned in the war Saif. She oft called him. Nurse of past warrior-survivor you have been mine till this end but the end is Beginning and the Beginning lay me here where I exist, a thing of exquisite beauty taste peculiar from another world

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blissful bed sweetness dreams tranquil and whole wrapped in seams

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In an effort to keep alive we must not dwell in the sadness, the criminal, and the disparate. We must talk about it, discuss it, and aim to improve it. We must not ignore it, we must not downscale it, nor should we ever attempt to justify it. However, if we are to improve as a human society and maintain a hope and reason for living, we must always search for the better and brighter things to which to maintain our gaze and thoughts.

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process for rebranding logo and animation. see here: https://vimeo.com/174467199/a9e837a642