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OC/Scenery Concept Art - “JIVE”

Finished up that concept piece for the characters I came up with yesterday!

(I said as much last night, but these guys seem very video-game-y, so I really went all out with this piece to reflect that, haha. It was fun to try out this new technique of building on top of a stock photo collage for the background– it still takes ages to get done, but it really helped give the piece that extra bit of detail and outline-less style!)

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one direction + cities | Sydney 

Aerial view looking southwest of Lower Manhattan’s Financial District, in Spring, 1971. 

The Twin Towers of World Trade Center (Minoru Yamasaki & Associates-Emery Roth & Sons, 1973) under construction are visible at far right, with the U.S. Steel Building (Skidmore, Owings & Merrill, 1972) under construction and Woolworth Building (Cass Gilbert, 1913) surrounding them. The Cities Service’s Art Deco tower (Clinton & Russell, 1932) are on left, and One Chase Manhattan Plaza (Skimdore, Owings & Merrill, 1961) and Marine Midland Building (Skidmore, Owings & Merrill, 1967) are on the center.

Photo: Unknown.

i grew up
in a whitewashed country
with whitewashed children
with their minds wired
to make racist comments 


they tell me
to appreciate
the stereotypes laid out for me
(you’re a model minority, they say)
and the bullshit they spew in my face


but they also tell me
my eyes are too small
and they grab their eyes
and slant them upward
while mocking my language


my language
can i even call it that?
i can barely speak it
i am an imposter, a fake
they ask me where im from
and i dont know what to say
(i was raised in an orphanage
for the first two years of my life)
(i am from america)
(i am from china)
(i am from nowhere)


they reduce this beautiful language
to sounds and ching-chongs
and they ask me if i eat cats
(she’ll eat your dog, too)
they tell me all chinese people have bad teeth
and the one language they know about
is nothing but sounds
(i wish i could swallow my hatred
and bitterness
but i can only let it spill out) 


dont they know?
there are tones
characters are not symbols
simplified vs traditional
it is mandarin chinese
there are hundreds of dialects
this language is beautiful
(i fell in love with it
i cannot speak it well
i am ashamed)
but america lets its children
turn it into sounds and jokes and
songs mocking the language
they don’t know anything about 


they laugh at me
for telling them to stop
(the asian can talk)
(the asian isn’t submissive after all)
(aren’t asians socially awkward?)


they sexualize the women
(asian girls are hot)
and desexualize the men
(asian men have small penises)
why am i so terrified
of white men looking at me?
i am nothing i am no one i am sick of being sexualized
why am i a part of your asian fetish daydreams? 


they turn my culture
into aesthetics and anime
and into fashion styles


they pronounce the cities wrong
open fortune cookies and congratulate
themselves for using chopsticks
they call me their token asian friend


every a+ i get
its because of my black hair
and my small eyes
and the country i was born in
(all asians are smart)


they look at the words
“made in china”
and crack a joke
about my country
i grind my teeth


they ask me
to speak the language
the beautiful language that they mock
and i want to say
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
in english
loudly
clearly
and boldly
but i am quiet (not because i am chinese)
and i keep my mouth shut (because i will be laughed at, because i am chinese)


i am asked
countlessly
where am i ACTUALLY from
and i want to scream
NOWHERE NOTHING NO ONE
because no one 
actually gives
a shit


they tell me
there is no such thing
as discrimination / prejudice / racism
against asians because
our usual stereotypes are positive
we are smart
we are successful
we are good at math


these words dont make me feel
smart
or successful
and i was never good at math anyway
these words make me want to
scream and
crush their insults in my fists

they tell me to appreciate this
but i can only hate it
and keep myself silent
because no one cares
it’s just a joke, of course

—  one day i will learn to love the things they laugh at / j.m (via ghaffas)