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UPDATE: GOAL HAS BEEN REACHED!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! ❤❤❤❤❤

STRIPE AND PAYPAL LINKS IN SARAH + FATIMA'S BIOS

A family in our community is facing the threat of eviction and urgently needs to raise $3500 to in the next 2 days keep their housing. They have been unable to pay rent as one parent has had to reduce work due to injury, and one of their children lost their job in December. We’re hoping to be able to reach this goal in the allotted time so please share far and wide as this is time sensitive.. If you have any questions feel free to reach out to @sarahmakingthings or @fatimaa.dam

My first real sketch in months and I choose to render something 1) in pen 2) with fur. Bold choice.

Raced the sunset to make this snow pigeon ❄🐦

The snow today is a bit too dry to sculpt well. When I was in elementary school, I would make snowforts and snowballs with my friends. On days with snow like this, I would get around this kind of snow by running over to the eavestroughs to mix the snow with water. The result was a moldable slush that was much easier to pack together, and if the next day was similarly cold, anything made from it would be frozen into ice. I therefore made a lot of trips to the tap today to replicate this 🤭

Happy snow day, everyone! Stay warm and safe out there! ❤❤❤

SHARES OF THIS POST ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED.

[ID: A letter, black text on white background, that Sarah has written to the Toronto theatre community advocating for masking in all Toronto theatre events. The full text as a Google Doc can be accessed in Sarah's bio.]

I think a lot of the time people think of the people that get left behind by lack of accessibility as faraway entities that they don't know and aren't part of their lives. So this is me, saying, "Hey. It's me getting left behind. You know me. I have a name and a face. I am here. Aren't I one of you?"

SHARES OF THIS POST ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED.

[ID: A letter, black text on white background, that Sarah has written to the Toronto theatre community advocating for masking in all Toronto theatre events. The full text as a Google Doc can be accessed in Sarah's bio.]

I think a lot of the time people think of the people that get left behind by lack of accessibility as faraway entities that they don't know and aren't part of their lives. So this is me, saying, "Hey. It's me getting left behind. You know me. I have a name and a face. I am here. Aren't I one of you?"

SHARES OF THIS POST ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED.

[ID: A letter, black text on white background, that Sarah has written to the Toronto theatre community advocating for masking in all Toronto theatre events. The full text as a Google Doc can be accessed in Sarah's bio.]

I think a lot of the time people think of the people that get left behind by lack of accessibility as faraway entities that they don't know and aren't part of their lives. So this is me, saying, "Hey. It's me getting left behind. You know me. I have a name and a face. I am here. Aren't I one of you?"

SHARES OF THIS POST ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED.

[ID: A letter, black text on white background, that Sarah has written to the Toronto theatre community advocating for masking in all Toronto theatre events. The full text as a Google Doc can be accessed in Sarah's bio.]

I think a lot of the time people think of the people that get left behind by lack of accessibility as faraway entities that they don't know and aren't part of their lives. So this is me, saying, "Hey. It's me getting left behind. You know me. I have a name and a face. I am here. Aren't I one of you?"

(it's two slides! i humbly ask you read both or neither)

i don't write poetry so much as it just sort of leaks out of me roughly once out of every two years.

(it's two slides! i humbly ask you read both or neither)

i don't write poetry so much as it just sort of leaks out of me roughly once out of every two years.

To Past Sarah:

Your 25th birthday was not as glamorous as you imagined.

It finally snowed on your birthday, but enough to cancel any plans you had outside. You spent the first quarter of the day surprised you were that sad about it, and the second quarter trying not to cry about it. You just got employed for the first time this year. You're single. You tried to process the stunning revelation that just because it's your birthday, doesn't mean you stop being neurodivergent on it. You forgot to wear something nice, so you're wearing that ill-fitting grey-striped shirt you save specifically for sleeping in. You're smiling with your mouth closed here because you're concerned there might be plaque visible between your teeth.

You also were alive, as you recently feared you might not be. You also found out that you were not unemployable, as you recently feared you might be. And in the second half of the day, you were lifted out of that sadness, both online and off, by people who loved you and who you loved back. Your mom spontaneously suggested you decorate the cake she made you with a smiley face, and you did, and it made you inexplicably happy. And despite your self-consciousness, you're trying to communicate with your smile that you're grateful in this moment, and hopeful, and that that feels good.

The messiness is okay. Happy birthday. :)

Photo taken by @bennybeee93

To Past Sarah:

Your 25th birthday was not as glamorous as you imagined.

It finally snowed on your birthday, but enough to cancel any plans you had outside. You spent the first quarter of the day surprised you were that sad about it, and the second quarter trying not to cry about it. You just got employed for the first time this year. You're single. You tried to process the stunning revelation that just because it's your birthday, doesn't mean you stop being neurodivergent on it. You forgot to wear something nice, so you're wearing that ill-fitting grey-striped shirt you save specifically for sleeping in. You're smiling with your mouth closed here because you're concerned there might be plaque visible between your teeth.

You also were alive, as you recently feared you might not be. You also found out that you were not unemployable, as you recently feared you might be. And in the second half of the day, you were lifted out of that sadness, both online and off, by people who loved you and who you loved back. Your mom spontaneously suggested you decorate the cake she made you with a smiley face, and you did, and it made you inexplicably happy. And despite your self-consciousness, you're trying to communicate with your smile that you're grateful in this moment, and hopeful, and that that feels good.

The messiness is okay. Happy birthday. :)

Photo taken by @bennybeee93

@andr0_genius: Hey, can you make a poster?
Me: *has never made a poster before*
Me: Uh...yes.

I'm designing and illustrating for this super cool show Gus wrote for Hamilton Fringe that's happening July 22-24 and 29-31 on the internets! It is, in Gus's words, "a show about playing games and the people who play them", delivered via video, text chat, and images.

Tickets are sliding scale from $5 to $20, available on the @hamfringehftco website, and the link in my bio. Come see it!!! ☺☺☺ Ooh, and if you do, it's D&D AND theatre, so you can claim your ultimate nerd card 😌

THE ROLE PLAY

Writing + Direction: @andr0_genius
Asst. Direction + Stage Management: @beth.air
Acting and Illustration:
@andr0_genius
@reid.lansky
@ggbeatmasta
Design and Illustration: @nova_amadea and Me! :)
Poster Design: Me and @andr0_genius

Sarah Yuen
Disability Dada?, 2021-ongoing
Blister packs in plastic bag

CW: Discussion of depression + suicide below

Pictured here are pieces of blister packaging of the sedative Zolpidem I take daily in order to be able to sleep. Each of the pockets have been carefully deflated and pressed into craters, with the corner edges folded neatly into the centre underneath them.

I started collecting and folding these bits of packaging shortly before I experienced several periods of severe depression and suicidal thoughts during the pandemic, partly as an act of spite. As a disabled theatre artist who could not finish her degree due to her quickly declining mental health and was now struggling to enter an itself-struggling industry, I became angry and bitter. Artists are constantly pressured to be continuously making things despite, or even because of, the potentially horrific, crippling experiences they go through, and I was tired of it. You want art, I thought, you want to know what I’m “working on these days”? Behold, the folded pieces of the medication that I am delivered a single pill of each night, because I cannot be trusted with the whole box, behold, the only act of craft I am capable of.

My outlook on this act began to change when I started to realize that I actually enjoyed it, this nightly, fiddly habit. get a pill fold a pill get a pill fold a pill. Some nights I was too tired to fold the packets, or simply didn’t bother with them, but then some nights I’d take the little pile of unfolded packets I’d accumulated and fold them all one after the other, like one picks up and puts down a knitting project. 

I visited the #cripritual exhibition at the Doris McCarthy Gallery in March this year, and was stunned to discover that there were artists like me, doing things like I did, and exhibiting them. The statements of "I see you" and "You are not alone" have perhaps become cliche, but they nevertheless are incredibly powerful when delivered by the right people. This habit of mine is mostly for myself, and is still, for me, an act of rebellion, but it is also a reminder to myself that there is a community out there that shares both my pain and my joy.

Sarah Yuen
Disability Dada?, 2021-ongoing
Blister packs in plastic bag

CW: Discussion of depression + suicide below

Pictured here are pieces of blister packaging of the sedative Zolpidem I take daily in order to be able to sleep. Each of the pockets have been carefully deflated and pressed into craters, with the corner edges folded neatly into the centre underneath them.

I started collecting and folding these bits of packaging shortly before I experienced several periods of severe depression and suicidal thoughts during the pandemic, partly as an act of spite. As a disabled theatre artist who could not finish her degree due to her quickly declining mental health and was now struggling to enter an itself-struggling industry, I became angry and bitter. Artists are constantly pressured to be continuously making things despite, or even because of, the potentially horrific, crippling experiences they go through, and I was tired of it. You want art, I thought, you want to know what I’m “working on these days”? Behold, the folded pieces of the medication that I am delivered a single pill of each night, because I cannot be trusted with the whole box, behold, the only act of craft I am capable of.

My outlook on this act began to change when I started to realize that I actually enjoyed it, this nightly, fiddly habit. get a pill fold a pill get a pill fold a pill. Some nights I was too tired to fold the packets, or simply didn’t bother with them, but then some nights I’d take the little pile of unfolded packets I’d accumulated and fold them all one after the other, like one picks up and puts down a knitting project. 

I visited the #cripritual exhibition at the Doris McCarthy Gallery in March this year, and was stunned to discover that there were artists like me, doing things like I did, and exhibiting them. The statements of "I see you" and "You are not alone" have perhaps become cliche, but they nevertheless are incredibly powerful when delivered by the right people. This habit of mine is mostly for myself, and is still, for me, an act of rebellion, but it is also a reminder to myself that there is a community out there that shares both my pain and my joy.

I was trimming a red osier dogwood in the backyard, and cut a branch that makes an excellent crown ☺ I'm thinking woodland ruler vibes? A Titania at her most intimidating, maybe? 🥰

I was trimming a red osier dogwood in the backyard, and cut a branch that makes an excellent crown ☺ I'm thinking woodland ruler vibes? A Titania at her most intimidating, maybe? 🥰

I made this and I can't stop laughing at it

These are my thoughts and my personal commitment on being anti-racist in the production of tangible goods for theatre, namely on avoiding purchasing items and materials of which their production has only been made possible by the exploitation of their producers.

The creation of our art should not involve the suffering of those involved, however indirect their involvement may seem.

But, in order for us to ensure this does not happen, I cannot make this commitment alone.

Fellow theatre Designers, Makers, Directors, Producers, Technical Directors, let's talk in the comments about how we can make our work anti-racist, as it should be!

These are my thoughts and my personal commitment on being anti-racist in the production of tangible goods for theatre, namely on avoiding purchasing items and materials of which their production has only been made possible by the exploitation of their producers.

The creation of our art should not involve the suffering of those involved, however indirect their involvement may seem.

But, in order for us to ensure this does not happen, I cannot make this commitment alone.

Fellow theatre Designers, Makers, Directors, Producers, Technical Directors, let's talk in the comments about how we can make our work anti-racist, as it should be!

These are my thoughts and my personal commitment on being anti-racist in the production of tangible goods for theatre, namely on avoiding purchasing items and materials of which their production has only been made possible by the exploitation of their producers.

The creation of our art should not involve the suffering of those involved, however indirect their involvement may seem.

But, in order for us to ensure this does not happen, I cannot make this commitment alone.

Fellow theatre Designers, Makers, Directors, Producers, Technical Directors, let's talk in the comments about how we can make our work anti-racist, as it should be!

These are my thoughts and my personal commitment on being anti-racist in the production of tangible goods for theatre, namely on avoiding purchasing items and materials of which their production has only been made possible by the exploitation of their producers.

The creation of our art should not involve the suffering of those involved, however indirect their involvement may seem.

But, in order for us to ensure this does not happen, I cannot make this commitment alone.

Fellow theatre Designers, Makers, Directors, Producers, Technical Directors, let's talk in the comments about how we can make our work anti-racist, as it should be!

These are my thoughts and my personal commitment on being anti-racist in the production of tangible goods for theatre, namely on avoiding purchasing items and materials of which their production has only been made possible by the exploitation of their producers.

The creation of our art should not involve the suffering of those involved, however indirect their involvement may seem.

But, in order for us to ensure this does not happen, I cannot make this commitment alone.

Fellow theatre Designers, Makers, Directors, Producers, Technical Directors, let's talk in the comments about how we can make our work anti-racist, as it should be!

These are my thoughts and my personal commitment on being anti-racist in the production of tangible goods for theatre, namely on avoiding purchasing items and materials of which their production has only been made possible by the exploitation of their producers.

The creation of our art should not involve the suffering of those involved, however indirect their involvement may seem.

But, in order for us to ensure this does not happen, I cannot make this commitment alone.

Fellow theatre Designers, Makers, Directors, Producers, Technical Directors, let's talk in the comments about how we can make our work anti-racist, as it should be!

These are my thoughts and my personal commitment on being anti-racist in the production of tangible goods for theatre, namely on avoiding purchasing items and materials of which their production has only been made possible by the exploitation of their producers.

The creation of our art should not involve the suffering of those involved, however indirect their involvement may seem.

But, in order for us to ensure this does not happen, I cannot make this commitment alone.

Fellow theatre Designers, Makers, Directors, Producers, Technical Directors, let's talk in the comments about how we can make our work anti-racist, as it should be!

Around the start of the self-isolation order, the Michael Garron Hospital requested that sewists make masks for hospital visitors.
Well, today marks my 50th day at home, and here I have a meagre total of 21 masks.
I had initially intended to finish these within a week's time, but, like for many others I'm sure, the isolation period has been up and down for me. I picked up and put down this project several times over these 50 days, at times wondering if it would even matter if I finished them. How much difference does 21 masks make, especially at this late in the game?

But as I got closer and closer to finishing, I realized 21 masks had the potential of keeping 21 people a little safer, make the feel a little more comfortable, a little more cared for.
Sometime this week, I will deliver my contribution, ever small, ever important.