I was very fortunate to stumble upon the power of the internet about 8 years ago. I’d spent many years doing everything I could to share my music through open mics, busking on the street, taking every gig I could, and then YouTube changed everything.


My MS Paint drawings are mostly about daydreams, nightmares- whatever I’ve been thinking about. I put a lot of focus on colour. I think it would be really cool to be able to project your own emotions onto a stranger just through colours and shapes, so I’m trying to do that. I try to make art that is pretty but gives you the sense that something isn’t quite right.


Being an artist is not just a hobby, or a job; It’s a lifestyle. You eat, sleep, and shit what you are passionate about, and you ignore any road blocks because you are too focused your passion. If you surround yourself with people like this, you will end the conception of work/life balance, and it just becomes LIFE. 


Life is scary. Creating stuff and putting yourself out there is scary. Everyone’s worried that their work isn’t good enough and the majority of creatives even at the highest levels are highly critical of their work. The thing is; you have to put it out there. If you create work it will lead to more work. If you create work that kinda sucks then it will be better the next time you do it.


I think fundamentally the reason why we’re all scared to step out is because it is scary. To pursue something you actually love and are passionate about is sadly not the main stream today and so to take that risk is already scary in itself. But it’s also scary because as creatives we’re literally putting ourselves out there. See for me, I see my work in a really personal way, as an extension of myself. 


It’s crazy to think that the turn of the century was a whole fifteen years ago – half my lifetime. I was fourteen years old, a freshman in high school, and I spent the evening at my new friend Jenny’s house with her family. At midnight, we wandered out into the street, partially to see if we could see any fireworks, and mostly to make sure there weren’t any visible signs of the world collapsing from Y2K.


I was told fresh off the plane that I should pursue a job teaching English as it was easy work to find that pays well and as many fresh Journalism graduates will know, finding a job in the field is about as easy as explaining to mainlanders on the MTR that their suitcase filled with powdered milk and Yakult isn’t a fucking person and therefore, shouldn’t be accommodating a priority seat.