A modern traditional style ’50s built home on the Westcoast of Canadalike many others I am not able to abandon my affordable living surrounded by high cost real estate.
My name is Lucy and you are reading a true story inspired by real events that I draw and paint in my sketchbook at the art studio located inside my house major level.
Because I was born and raised in a middle-working class family, one day I decide to launch a small online business and turn passion into profit from wall frame paintings to merchandiseby creating optimism awareness among economic crisis humans could appreciate. Freedom!
While days went by sharing my art brought the dark side right at my studio doorstep. Smartphone receiving junk/hatemail notifications…Novice like me would experience betrayal, stress and anxiety. Time is money and I value my time staying elegant aka the classic watch I wear on my wrist.
I’m confused. Whispers and glares spread around the local academia hallway I attended as I walk past. That was my testimony.
I tried not to let nonsense get to my head, body and soul. So, I ran. I went jogging on a bright afternoon in the park listening to wireless music player. Focus!
Graphic content – adult bullying, smoking, verbal abuse. The expectation was crossing paths against a obstacle, it may be mental illness, still these ghostlike shadow figures anonymously appear sending psychological manipulation that took place on social media.
It became a struggle how much chaos I had suffered. I got the impression they wanted to choke me in front of an oak tree at a secluded park area – the darkest hour before dawn.
Not only were they just words and visuals on a screen it affected my reality. I was able to breathe after. My impulse, maybe silly of me, requested a local officer to investigate online activity. Survival mode wasn’t fun.
Negative self-talk. It was like I am the villain. Cyberattackers twist my story to fit their own narrative and wrongly accused for others’ act of violence. I am typically kind and friendly. Why? And then, a frightening transparent spirit animal arise from my body in space galaxy of stars. Chinese white goose. Have I taken the red or blue pill?
Note to self and eyewitness, I learned the investigation case went cold for now. I am standing at the civic centre building premise, autki design notebook in hand…daydreaming.
I was made fun of daily. Monogamous relationship with a single man I met in real life did not happen because of the way I was treated. I am a virgin. POV – I gaze at the mountain sky horizon. I have hope in my design practice and I love and appreciate anyone that help me on this journey. Never physically abused. It was mind games and tricks.
Vintage silhouette living in the present moment. My mind signal brainwave vibe pattern.
Fight or flight. By virtue of my culture origin I imagine myself, a North Asian American warrior in martial arts self-defense pose wielding a Jian sword. The illustration show my top half, overrall I am wearing a silk cheongsam blouse and pants.
Rose gold picture frame text at autki design studio wall. Every individual is different…Those who relate to choices and the wisdom that we learn and gain from experience.
