In August 2015 I took a trip with my parents to Cuba. I didn’t really feel like doing the traditional tourist thing of snapping pictures at everything that attracted my attention, which can be dangerously easy and inadvertently condescending. I decided to keep an illustrated journal, so that the effort in recording memories would hopefully be a bit more respectful to the struggle Cuban people are still enduring. Jotting down experiences in comics form is also a way for me to assimilate and process them through my own life-filter, so that I somehow make them mine in a way that I couldn’t make through any other medium.
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