A Dollar & A Dream…
All I got. Shit is all sorts of crazy right now. Change brings good things, but lately it seems like that’s all I have.
Really, when it comes down to the core, I’m a 19 year old with big ambitions; the art scene is moving, but sometimes not fast enough. At 5, I had dreams of being a vet and shit, while at 12 I got consumed by Hip Hop’s street art, street wear, hip hop’s sounds, djing and dancing, simultaneously beginning my journey with Ori Tahiti not knowing what the fuck was in store for me with that. At 14 started painting, my art career, barely considering it a career then where my role model was Aaron Woes for like ever. 18 years old I had a strange desire to be a model then a marine biologist, still too afraid to make moves for anything. After all, I was never a bitch, just a shy girl & avid observer. 19 has been my year of milestones, my first artshow at USF, my first solo competition which placed me 3rd coinciding with the various first-time competitions in Reno, Milpitas, San Jose, & Fullerton, Booth at Pistahan, Ūrū’s Launch @ Premium Blend, doing up walls and shit, being very blessed.
So, I’m here 19 years old, broke as fuck even though money is a crucial factor for a dream-come-true, ready more than ever to be meant for something great, an attainable dream of opening a shop for Ūrū, expanding in street and Polynesian culture, to the best of my ability..
… If time permits.
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