Story time: When I was 13, my mom took me to an after school art program for kids. It was the only one in #Amman , the city I grew up in. The art teacher insisted that I make it to the afternoon classes. They were however not for kids my age. They were for real-real artists. The youngest in that class was 21, and she was so mean to me. Making age jokes all the time: “what is this kid doing here?” Or “did mama drop you off & are you lost?” It made my time there so difficult at first. It’s intimidating as it is to be surrounded by the best broke artists in the country. And I loved that class. Because I was a pretty average kid, until art made me feel special. It’s how I get to hang out with adults. So I decided to fight her back & pull a badass drawing duel. It was only a duel in my head of course. But I noticed that she’s obsessed with drawing skulls yet she “just won’t get it” so I set up my easel next to hers and confidently drew the most perfect skull my eyes have ever seen. She was in shock, everyone was in shock at how good it was tbh, including me. It got me respect later and the group took me in. But I remember that day everytime I draw a skull until now and wonder how many kids were pushed out of spaces by inconsiderate people? Not just kids but honest adults who challenge the status quo in art and community spaces. #surprise From my archive, 2016 .