The Art that Defines Us 62
Twelve years ago, on a warm Saturday morning, I sat cross-legged in front of ABC3 while my mum combed out my loose curls and put them into two tight braids. As Scotty and the Ninjas Too were lighting up the screen, their voices filling the room, we were idly watching on. Both my mum and I focused on getting ready for netball before rushing out the door. The art I consumed through my youth — from my early childhood to my last days before ‘adulthood’ — has affected my outlook on the world. I am sure the art that defined you is different from the art that defined me, so whether or not you resonate with Saturday Morning Disney, Wattpad or Timothée Chalamet, I want to describe to you my youth in art.
