I work in symbols. A mask, a shuttlecock, a piece of fruit, the city I live in. I pick one and draw it way too many times, usually one a day for a whole October. The first few are the obvious ones. After that I have to start messing with it, and that's when it turns into mine: my jokes, my crushes, my queerness, whatever I'm working through that year.

It's how I make sense of my own life, in pieces small enough to look at. It's also just fun, and I think that counts.