The Ill-Fitting Adult
The coat of adulthood was far too big.Big enough to hide my fears,
my quiet sorrows,
and the child inside me
who was asked to grow up too soon.
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/ ARTIST / 2026
| ARTIST: | Jenny wu |
| COUNTRY: | China |
| CONTACT: |
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| Brief introduction：I am an independent illustrator focusing on emotional storytelling and personal growth. Through gentle compositions, symbolic scenes, and dreamlike atmospheres, I create visual narratives that reflect moments of vulnerability, resilience, and quiet transformation. My works often portray solitary figures within imagined spaces, capturing the subtle shifts between fragility and strength. I seek to express how tenderness can coexist with endurance, and how growth unfolds in stillness. - Focus: Emotional Narrative| Self-Exploration| Inner Growth|Soft Surrealism| Symbolic Imagery| Dreamlike Atmosphere| Gentle - AestheticMedium: Digital Illustration / Prints / Originals. |
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Big enough to hide my fears,
my quiet sorrows,
and the child inside me
who was asked to grow up too soon.
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we find ourselves returning
to the self we once lost along the way.
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Yet in the process of gathering the scattered pieces,
we learn, little by little,
to meet ourselves again.
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the marks they left behind,
and the times we were gently held by love—
all become part of the luggage we carry with us.
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A yellow light never lasts forever.Neither does a red one.
Some things appear motionless,
yet quietly,
they are still becoming.
If the Moon Knew
If parallel worlds truly exist,may you be well,
wherever you are.