Navigating the quiet hum of uncertainty in Vancouver, my sketchbooks are becoming my sanctuary, filled with shadows that mirror the complex world I'm slowly beginning to understand. It feels like standing at a threshold, a bit distant from everyone else but finding solace in conversations with my grandmother and the steady rhythm of my art. This year is a slow unfolding, a hardening of resilience as I feel the pull of adulthood with a mix of apprehension and a peculiar, cool curiosity.