just my little doodles

life feels like it's catching fire faster than I can put it out, and I’m doing my best to survive,

however:

Because of Trump’s new tariffs and my local post dropping the only affordable US shipping option, my shop has been crushed. A $50 item would arrive with an extra $50+ fee. totally unjustifiable for almost everyone, and 99% of my audience is American.

so after 11 years of building my little online business, my only income disappeared almost overnight.

I'm a chronically ill immigrant, so I can’t just jump into a new job instantly. I’m applying everywhere, asking for assistance, calling every resource I can find, but even my appointment for emergency support isn't happening until January 12.

I don’t really have anyone here. my brother is unemployed and my parents are trapped in Venezuela.

this lil business helped me:

escape a violent country, survive through COVID without papers when legal stuff was put on hold, escape an abusive relationship, recover from accountant fraud, pay the treatments of two pets with complex illnesses, etc. but each blow has come one after the other, and I'm just... In shock. About everything that keeps happening.

like I just want to make a cute dragon with clay and send it to people wtf?

If you want to help me survive this chaos (pay rent, feed the kittens) my Ko-fi is open.

drawing for others also helps my mental health a lot so please don't worry about not tipping 'enough'!

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Oh and if you're curious about my clay work, here are some pictures!