Greetings! I'm an artist from Milwaukee. I am a fresh graduate student from Hmong American Peace Academy and my main skills are digital illustrations as well as literary English writing. I am willing to learn and improve more of…Greetings! I'm an artist from Milwaukee. I am a fresh graduate student from Hmong American Peace Academy and my main skills are digital illustrations as well as literary English writing. I am willing to learn and improve more of my skills through each challenge I face and I'm also willing to personally revamp any commission unsatisfactory if the work I put out isn't up to expectations. Of course it will only be for a limited amount but I am willing to put everything I learn into each revamp requested. -Sam .H Freelance: 1 month Project Experience: 4 yearsWWWGreetings! I'm an artist from Milwaukee. I am a fresh graduate student from Hmong American Peace Academy and my main skills are digital illustrations as well as literary English writing. I am willing to learn and improve more of …
Greetings! I'm an artist from Milwaukee. I am a fresh graduate student from Hmong American Peace Academy and my main skills are digital illustrations as well as literary English writing. I am willing to learn and improve more of my skills through each challenge I face and I'm also willing to personally revamp any commission unsatisfactory if the work I put out isn't up to expectations. Of course it will only be for a limited amount but I am willing to put everything I learn into each revamp requested. -Sam…Greetings! I'm an artist from Milwaukee. I am a fresh graduate student from Hmong American Peace Academy and my main skills are digital illustrations as well as literary English writing. I am willing to learn and improve more of my skills through each challenge I face and I'm also willing to personally revamp any commission unsatisfactory if the work I put out isn't up to expectations. Of course it will only be for a limited amount but I am willing to put everything I learn into each revamp requested. -Sam .H Freelance: 1 month Project Experience: 4 yearsWWWWGreetings! I'm an artist from Milwaukee. I am a fresh graduate student from Hmong American Peace Academy and my main skills are digital illustrations as well as literary English writing. I am willing to learn and improve more of my skills through each challenge I face and I'm also willing to personally revamp any commission unsatisfactory if the work I put out isn't up to expectations. Of course it will only be for a limited amount but I am willing to put everything I learn into each revamp requested. -Sam .H Freelanc…
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Greetings! I’m an artist from Milwaukee.
I am a fresh graduate student from Hmong American Peace Academy and my main skills are digital illustrations as well as literary English writing. I am willing to learn and improve more of my skills through each challenge I face and I’m also willing to personally revamp any commission unsatisfactory if the work I put out isn’t up to expectations. Of course it will only be for a limited amount but I am willing to put everything I learn into each revamp requested.
-Sam .H
Freelance: 1 month
Project Experience: 4 years
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Freehand Digital Illustration
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Diploma of HAPA at Hmong American Peace Academy
September 6, 2023 - June 7, 2024I am of a minor ethnic group called "Hmong"
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Digital Artistic Illustrator
March 1, 2022 - July 9, 2025As of now, being a digital illustrator has no end date.
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Land Of The Far
Knowing it was a Monday–I reluctantly cramped from my bed.
Clicking and screwing some sort of do-hickey, my fathers’ face looked more concerned about the innovation of his product than his morning meal.
DEREL: Dad, what the hell are you doing?
DAD: Language.
Without even looking at me he started to multi-task.
DAD: I’m working on a new finery of the holographic wristwatch, the deadline’s this Friday.
Nodding with an uncaring gest–I soon sat down to eat my bacon and eggs; as well as pancakes.
DEREL: Thanks mom, seriously your cooking’s the best.
MOM: Well, I’m just glad you enjoy it honey.
MOM: Oh! That’s right! Don’t you guys have a project for Mr. Lancy this week?
At this point I stopped chewing, knowing that if I’d revealed the truth–I’d probably get scolded.
DEREL: Oh..uhm, well..Chris and I..!
Making my decision–I had to throw Chris under the bus.
DEREL: Chris..kinda got sick, so we held it off until she got better..!
With an unconvincing brow, my parents looked skeptically–afore my mother told me a harsh reality.
MOM: Is that so? Then how is it that Chris has been able to show up to our doorsteps this morning?
Feigning confusion–I looked towards where my mother was…Knowing it was a Monday–I reluctantly cramped from my bed.
Clicking and screwing some sort of do-hickey, my fathers’ face looked more concerned about the innovation of his product than his morning meal.
DEREL: Dad, what the hell are you doing?
DAD: Language.
Without even looking at me he started to multi-task.
DAD: I’m working on a new finery of the holographic wristwatch, the deadline’s this Friday.
Nodding with an uncaring gest–I soon sat down to eat my bacon and eggs; as well as pancakes.
DEREL: Thanks mom, seriously your cooking’s the best.
MOM: Well, I’m just glad you enjoy it honey.
MOM: Oh! That’s right! Don’t you guys have a project for Mr. Lancy this week?
At this point I stopped chewing, knowing that if I’d revealed the truth–I’d probably get scolded.
DEREL: Oh..uhm, well..Chris and I..!
Making my decision–I had to throw Chris under the bus.
DEREL: Chris..kinda got sick, so we held it off until she got better..!
With an unconvincing brow, my parents looked skeptically–afore my mother told me a harsh reality.
MOM: Is that so? Then how is it that Chris has been able to show up to our doorsteps this morning?
Feigning confusion–I looked towards where my mother was looking, surely enough Chris sat on our couch readily.
DEREL: C-Chris..!? The hell you doing here?
DAD: Language.
Turning around, Chris’s nonchalant attitude only added to her tomboyish nature–feeling no concern over my reaction whatsoever.
CHRIS: Yo, thought I dropped by early–got tired of waiting for your ass in the cold.
MOM: Language you two!
DEREL: O-Oh…
Knowing the jig was up–I cautionaly looked towards my parents.
Putting his tools down for a moment my father spoke for my mother and himself.
DAD: Look–I know kids at your age can, somewhat, be a little lazy. But, knowing this is your semester one grade–don’t you think it's at least a little important to finish it off strong?
Hearing that line ever since the graduation ceremony of my elementary school, I extrovertedly paid no mind.
DEREL: Yeah..yeah, we’ll get it done..
Going back to their responsibilities, my parents–almost in an invisible sigh of relief, took turns watching our every move as we set off to school.
https://www.instagram.com/p/C9NbNkwO_9x/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==WWWWWWWWKnowing it was a Monday–I reluctantly cramped from my bed.
Clicking and screwing some sort of do-hickey, my fathers’ face looked more concerned about the innovation of his product than his morning meal.
DEREL: Dad, what the hell are you doing?
DAD: Language.
Without even looking at me he started to multi-task.
DAD: I’m working on a new finery of the holographic wristwatch, the deadline’s this Friday.
Nodding with an uncaring gest–I soon sat down to eat my bacon and eggs; as well as pancakes.
DEREL: Thanks mom, seriously your cooking’s the best.
MOM: Well, I’m just glad you enjoy it honey.
MOM: Oh! That’s right! Don’t you guys have a project for Mr. Lancy this week?
At this point I stopped chewing, knowing that if I’d revealed the truth–I’d probably get scolded.
DEREL: Oh..uhm, well..Chris and I..!
Making my decision–I had to throw Chris under the bus.
DEREL: Chris..kinda got sick, so we held it off until she got better..!
With an unconvincing brow, my parents looked skeptically–afore my mother told me a harsh reality.
MOM: Is that so? Then how is it that Chris has been able to show up to our doorsteps this morning?
Feigning confusion–I looked towards where my mother was looki…
The Farlands
Trekking the endless sands, the stopping of my uniformed boots gathered the attention of dusted grains which desperately clung onto the fabric of my denim colored pants–glazing its finer blue into a more clouded and judgmental sore. Minding no attention to its raspy song–I observe the once brimmed city of Dunbermont now forever plastered with a decade of neglect and frustrated winds. The mirrored windows of tall skyscrapers now gasp for every sense of rain drop to clean its edges from the decay of muck and abandonment. The rusted sheet metals built during the lasting events of the world's end; stains only olden blood and dying winds–now whistling the opened creaks and cracks.
With most of the city buried–the ones who’re left around its capital fended for themselves and tried saving whatever system of governance that was left in the aftermath. But as if killing an insect, I didn’t hesitate an inch to pay any mind to the mass graves in front of me; instead I shoved my right hand into the holster of my pocket and pulled out a beckoned clip. An item that has once been used to connect two parts of a particular bag to carry small objects. For its origin–I am unable to remember; nor how its…Trekking the endless sands, the stopping of my uniformed boots gathered the attention of dusted grains which desperately clung onto the fabric of my denim colored pants–glazing its finer blue into a more clouded and judgmental sore. Minding no attention to its raspy song–I observe the once brimmed city of Dunbermont now forever plastered with a decade of neglect and frustrated winds. The mirrored windows of tall skyscrapers now gasp for every sense of rain drop to clean its edges from the decay of muck and abandonment. The rusted sheet metals built during the lasting events of the world's end; stains only olden blood and dying winds–now whistling the opened creaks and cracks.
With most of the city buried–the ones who’re left around its capital fended for themselves and tried saving whatever system of governance that was left in the aftermath. But as if killing an insect, I didn’t hesitate an inch to pay any mind to the mass graves in front of me; instead I shoved my right hand into the holster of my pocket and pulled out a beckoned clip. An item that has once been used to connect two parts of a particular bag to carry small objects. For its origin–I am unable to remember; nor how its scrappy glinted circulator shudders the thoughts of my memories. Breaking my stricken pattern, my colleague Alaine questioned my sudden stoppage.
ALAINE: Linden you com’in or what?
I looked with empty acknowledgement as I spoke.
LINDEN: Yeah, you guys go on ahead–
Though before I finished, she sighed with displeasurement as she placed her hand on her head before speaking.
ALAINE: We have to drag you through the sand every time-you come last you know?
Being silent for a moment I just simply expressed.
LINDEN: Ah, sorry..
With my other colleague trekking ahead–Alaine somberly spoke once again.
ALAINE: No, I’m sorry–it's just. I’m a bit irritated.
ALAINE: Because we’ve been out here for days...you and Dax already know that I want to get back to them as fast as possible..
Observing the expressions on her face–the glint of anguish conveyed me to look towards her with an empty-full smile.
LINDEN: Right, we should get going.
Returning a genuine smile she turned and said.
ALAINE: Then hurry up before I eat half of your maple bar.
I sigh with ridiculousness.
https://www.instagram.com/p/CvVcJh_uOQc/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==WWWWWWWWTrekking the endless sands, the stopping of my uniformed boots gathered the attention of dusted grains which desperately clung onto the fabric of my denim colored pants–glazing its finer blue into a more clouded and judgmental sore. Minding no attention to its raspy song–I observe the once brimmed city of Dunbermont now forever plastered with a decade of neglect and frustrated winds. The mirrored windows of tall skyscrapers now gasp for every sense of rain drop to clean its edges from the decay of muck and abandonment. The rusted sheet metals built during the lasting events of the world's end; stains only olden blood and dying winds–now whistling the opened creaks and cracks.
With most of the city buried–the ones who’re left around its capital fended for themselves and tried saving whatever system of governance that was left in the aftermath. But as if killing an insect, I didn’t hesitate an inch to pay any mind to the mass graves in front of me; instead I shoved my right hand into the holster of my pocket and pulled out a beckoned clip. An item that has once been used to connect two parts of a particular bag to carry small objects. For its origin–I am unable to remember; nor how its sc…
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