They say music is a universal language, so no translation necessary, right?

I love our ensemble.
They say music is a universal language, so no translation necessary, right?

I love our ensemble.
I’m in the middle of arching my second violin. I laid out my scrapers and they arranged themselves like this:

My bench neighbor looked over at me playing tangrams with my scrapers and all he had to say was: “You’re retarded.”

It’s now been a year since I moved back to Amerrrca from my other Motherland. To celebrate that wonderful wonderful day, I shall share with yall a dramatized flashback to my first 10 minutes Fresh Off the Plane.


Stupid wavy wood, mocking me like that.
Hmm, I guess this is part two of a series on spandex/tight clothing. I should really just do away with sports bras. Not like there’s anything to strap down anyway. Mom describes us as “机场,” literally meaning “airport,” as in we are flat as runways. I prefer to think of our physique as… practical.
By the way, I think this was the most challenging posing / anatomy I have ever drawn without directly copying a reference. I mean, occasionally I kind of waved my arms around in the mirror, but that doesn’t really count. And I gave up on all the hands.