I draw to process strong emotions, and every piece addresses a part of me. I work in Apple Notes, a tool made for grocery lists, whose single pen and flat highlighter set my limits. The red bar across my figures’ eyes, borrowed from the black bars newspapers use to hide identities, anonymizes me in my own self-portraits. It has evolved from hiding into naming, crowning, and being seen. Around it I’ve built a private alphabet of symbols, shaped by Keith Haring, Jean-Michel Basquiat, and David Wojnarowicz, with fashion and African ancestral figures woven in. My subjects are existential: who gets to speak, what survives comfort, and the passage from youth to adulthood. Humor and grief share every page. I don’t draw to resolve these questions. I draw them, and the drawings are where I think.