My Little Alien

When I was in high school, I took a fine arts class where we studied ancient art. I remember being particularly fascinated by an artifact that was believed to represent a human figure. It sparked my imagination so much that when we had a clay project, I decided to create my own interpretation. With my teacher’s kindness, they fired it in the kiln, and I painted it once it was done. And voilà—my alien was born.  

Since then, this little clay figure has followed me everywhere I’ve lived, becoming a faithful companion and a cherished reminder of my creative beginnings.