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Last Updated 24.10.31
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
6.25.25
Truly FUCK ICE. Whenever I open social media I see people warning each other about federal agent acitivity, showing videos of people getting arrested, and showing instructions for how to stay safe. Right after our little area was overtaken by flames, we immediately have to worry about getting raided by the police. Like, we really need to rally around our community and organize, because politicians are going to be doing everything in their power to make our lives difficult for the next 3 fucking years.
This is why I fucking love my friend, Leona. I was stuck in my hole of panicking about the future and Leona was like come over and help me to find a way to distribute these red cards with information on what your rights are in the face of ICE agents (right to stay silent, right to refuse entry without a search warrant, etc.)
We sat in her kitchen until midnight folding little containers for the red cards that we could pin up in a local library or coffee shop. The kitchen was small and full of smooth modernist furniture, but still managed to feel cozy. Sabrina Carpenter played on the TV behind us, while the sounds of Leona’s cousin making dinner–chopping, boiling, stir-frying–added to a comfortable atmosphere.
Leona’s kitchen table was covered in supplies for inciting revolution: an exacto knife, rubber cutting mat, pencils and markers, and tape.
I came up with a way to hold the cards that could be pinned up on a bulletin board or be stood upright, a small open box with a long back. I surprised myself by basically coming up with the dieline myself, with my only reference being the crayon box patterns on my phone. The dieline worked in the sense that it roughly fit together and then had to be absolutely plastered with tape to keep the paper from unfolding.
While we worked, we drank alcohol and Leona ate a burrito from a taco stand down the street. The work took on a particularly DIY tone when we ran out of regular tape and had to use duct tape. I was using an exacto knife to slice up the pieces of duct tape to fit the little containers.
In the end we had 3 full containers with messaging on the front about knowing your rights and several creased dielines. I put them in the box with the remaining red slips. The slips looked somewhat like the lucky envelopes I got on Chinese New Years, a source of hope and steadfastness.
In the end, it didn’t feel like I had done much, but I suppose every drop in the bucket counts. Here’s to hoping for better, I suppose. For our community, for our city, for the world.