More Afa Ah Loo
If you were following the progress of Afa’s show on Instagram, you would’ve seen a lot of behind the scenes and late nights prep for the show. I may not have been with Afa and his team, feeling the pressure of the deadline, but it sure was crunch time over in my studio. I have to brag a bit because I’m super impressed (and enormously relieved like any freelancer is when they meet a deadline) that I was able to turn in a second illustration. We had agreed to work in fluidity; when they would finish a garment and photograph it, they would send me photos and I would start the illustration. Sounds super hectic, but that’s the fashion industry for you! So back to my creative process. . . I had finished the illustration of the twins and I could’ve been done. I could have told the team that I was only able to finish one illustration and they would have been cool and understanding given the time. Buuuut, I had to be that crazy girl (and I’m seriously crazy ambitious. . . I was the crazy girl who decided to do twenty-two watercolor paintings and intaglio pints in a fourteen week term for her BFA show) and I talked myself into doing one more illustration. You guys, I did this piece in six hours! I honestly can’t believe mainly because my pregnant body hasn’t been too keen on working that hard. But you guys, I did it (thanks to be to God in all honesty)!
My main drive for doing this illustration was because I rarely get the opportunity to illustrate male models let alone male Asian models. Like I mentioned before in the previous post about Afa, diversity and representation means a lot to both Afa and I. In my heart, I just couldn’t pass up this chance to share that message of #representationmatters. Now, let’s talk about how fly my Asian brother looks in Afa’s design?! (Do people still use the word fly?!). Also that arm and that hand. . . friends, hands have been the hardest thing for me to paint. I’m telling you, praise be (did I just pull a Handmaid’s Tale reference into this?!) I have no idea how I rocked it with my crazy pregnancy brain and having had stayed up late. It’s work like this that help me grow as an artist and it’s because of this experience, I now have this boy hanging up on my wall: another reminder that this is the path I’m suppose to be on, that my voice and the message I want to share matters, and that even in the psychically limiting position I’m in, I can do difficult things. YAS. QUEEN.
(Is it socially acceptable to Yas Queen yourself?!).