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Sweeter Studio
SARAH WONG
Graphic Designer | Zine Maker | Illustrator
sarahewongdesign@gmail.com
LA-area designer, working since 2018. Loves literally every piece of art they see, full of tattoos, always learning and growing.
Contact for resume and PDF portfolio.
Has Worked for
A Noise Within Theater
Vietnamese Film Festival
Laguna Playhouse
Brannan Center
Loves
Matcha Lattes
Tattoos
Colored Foil
Fun Earrings
Dungeons & Dragons
Evil Clowns
CONTACT
6.13.25
Today I called 3 people on the phone to cry. I did the minimal amount of freelance work, did a 10 minute workout, and got an oat milk latte from Starbucks. All of the stupid millenial rites.
I want to tell myself today that I am loved. I am appreciated. My friends say I’m good at holding space for them, showing up, following up, surprising them with small gifts. I suppose I am a good person in the small ways. I’m not sure if I’m good at being good in the big ways. I’ve never made a giant sacrifice in my life. I suppose that is a good thing.
After a particularly difficult phone call today, I made up my mind to do something that would make me happy. I bought an iced coffee and broke out my art supplies. Washi tape, glue, old pieces of art that hadn’t made it into my sellable inventory.
I made the back of one of my zines, the one about being nonbinary. A collage of gender markers and small pockets of happiness. I ran out of glue and had to use double stick tape and stickers to adhere things together. Surprisingly, I made something halfway decent. Something that expressed the inherent gender euphoria I feel when I engage in queerness and self-love.
Maybe I have made big sacrifices and I just don’t see them that way. Committing to care for family members, committing to better my mental health at the expense of my professional life, committing to leave the close-minded religion that held every part of my life. I think these things are big sacrifices that I mentally tell myself are small. I suppose I do this because in hindsight the answer is obvious. I forget the heartache, the struggle, the discomfort. I know I made the right decision.
Maybe the ache I feel now will go away and in the future, I will feel the questions and sadness dissolve to be replaced with resolve.
In any case, today felt like a struggle. A cascade of sadness. Here’s for hoping for better days.