The materials selected stimulated my creative energies to talk about myself.  It was like planting an unknown seed in soil, watering it, and watching it grow. The materials consisted of a cardboard box, markers, ink pen, photo copies, and glue. 
I began with a brick wall background with a mixture of Chinese lettering and other words depicting my culture and social upbringing--being of mixed heritage was an emotional strain especially in the period of time when I was coming up. 

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The flowers indicate my acceptance of myself, but I deeply and sincerely regret allowing the solid sternness of that wall to dictate the paths I've chosen just to avoid the feeling of embarrassment of who I am. 
Over the years, I grew to accept who and what I was--like growing gray and aging. But I wasn't really aware of my complete acceptance of my background until I was asked by someone who was with his buddies about my heritage. We were on the Marta train. He said, "you don't look like you're from here", and then awkwardly asked about my background. I proudly responded and without hesitation, what my cultural make up consisted of---Chinese, African and North American Indian. He looked surprised, and then asked, "but how did this happen, etc., etc.,? I stopped him before he could question any further and said, "Hey, I didn't have nothing to do with it--that's just the way it is."
Everyone got quiet in thought and when the train came to my stop, I smiled and told them all to have a good day and exited the train. A lady responded, "Oh, she knows who she is." I nodded my head and smiled to myself, "Yes I do". 
"I'm also proud of my femininity and motherhood as indicated by the female symbols in the womb area of my portrait." - Carol Yee-Blake