Towards the end of my 10th grade year, I sought to create an accessible space for all artists, a space that was encouraging of voices that aren’t normally heard. Although there were a couple organizations dedicated to uplifting artists in Seattle, none of them were catered toward young people specifically. I gathered with a friend, sat down in a Seattle cafe, and started Googling things like, “How do I start an art gallery? How do I gather funding? What is a utility bill?”
After that, we filed for a couple local grants, ran a Kickstarter, and sent out a call for entries for our gallery. On the last day of August, just as the summer was coming to an end, our first show debuted in Seattle. It had been raining the entire week, but that night, the sunset over Aurora Avenue was a brilliant shade of pink that lasted for hours. I invited all of my friends from school, fearful that they would feel alienated from this side of me they had never seen, but willing to take the risk.