so you may or may not have figured by now that i’m asian by heritage. which by the way, is also a more tactful way of asking someone where their face comes from. But anyway, when I read a post with the relaxing title of sunday morning conversation , I had an ‘aha!’ moment.
that kind of conversation is what i dread, not my ideal sunday morning conversation at all. maybe if i had been encouraged more, i would have flung myself head first into fine arts like i dreamed years ago. but the truth is we can’t do that kind of thing easily.
as illustrated in the comments section from the same post: “that’s why all us second gen peeps are in such a pickle. being exposed to the western world where creativity is encouraged and we have free choice about what we want to do in life, and being restrained by our asian parentals, whom have ‘brought us here for a reason and want us to have the opportunities they never had’. booo.”
god. story of my life.
well, the only great creative asian australian people i can think of right now who have a nice profile are luke nguyen and poh ling yeow, who both happen to be in their cooking guises on the telly. but they are pretty damn impressive people, and have real personable personalities. i don’t quite know how to explain, but their enthusiasm is wonderful.
as opposed to mine sometimes. some days i feel like i’m being pulled between my day job and the other things that i want to do that i want to collapse in a heap. the other week i helped organise a library seminar for seventy people, and then ran a meeting of letter writing club, held a zine making workshop for twenty kids, had band practice and supported gersey the night after they supported pavement.
yes it’s ideally what i want to do, but sometimes i wish there were more hours so that i could do a little typewriting and make collages in some sort of peace and quiet.