The New Yorker

Text and the city and my creative endeavor started with a big question: “who am I and where do I belong?” I stopped asking the question as I become more comfortable with my identity as a New Yorker and as an artist. Now I want to challenge this thought once again. How important is this city to me and could I continue to be myself outside of New York?

To be more honest, I am very tired of living in New York. My mind is constantly busy even when I'm laying on my bed. I meet new people every single day and say goodbye to dear friends after spending one or two years together in the city. It’s lonely and exhausting.

I feel boredom rather than excitement when I see the glorious skyline of Manhattan. When I see a bunch of people at events at the park, I shake my head thinking “this is too much” not “omg I wanna go!”

I made collages with “the New Yorker” tags and brought them to California. I made $30 selling them and left the rest of them on the street for the public. It felt good. I’m still a New Yorker. It didn't change. But I feel like I left the ego and bubble coming from the name