21, she/her, New York
When I was 5 I had a dream that I fell to the bottom of the ocean. There I saw a big ugly fish with pointy teeth and various flashing street signs, popping out of its head.
I woke up, tried to draw the fish I’d seen, and found myself wildly incapable. And that was the day I decided to become an artist. I’d tell a better story if there was one.