At the age of 8, I told my mom the world IS fake N overly articulable. She took me to the optical.

I couldn’t bear the bright sun, corrugated road, chiseled faces, they were strangely surreal.

Everything is moving——- N everything .

Cloud is a horse, stain is blossoming, rubbish bin is grinning, noodles are genes.

It is frightening. Why can I visualize things like this ? Am I innately weird?

My childhood tangled. And now I love my eyes and brain.

This zine is to record what I see plus what other people see. We are all artists, this zine is precious. Let me know which brainchild is your fav, then we exchange ideas & contacts, for the sake of art collaborations.

Shout out trees , roads, delicate eyes , pizzas , and the chiseled faces.

Urban studying.

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PDF Zine Link : 

1. https://drive.google.com/file/d/1zWPzJCt4RkYcyAoni-KbczlAkEguIAFX/view?usp=drive_link

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2. https://drive.google.com/file/d/1kV1gnmLikduHg5lin22BJZZM3Iz3bg4h/view?usp=sharing

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