I never thought of myself as a designer. Fashion Designers in my mind were college graduates, they knew the upcoming trends, name brands, correct names of fabrics, and proper techniques. To me, they were the taught ones, fancy people with fancy titles and fancy things. I was not one of them. I was a college dropout, raised on an island, and I made things I thought were cool. I didn’t understand when other people started to think the things I made were cool too!
Making things were my escape from reality. We didn’t have much growing up but I never missed out one bit. The air hockey table we couldn’t afford, I made it out of Plywood some trash bags and a tennis ball. The basketball hoop that was out of our budget was created with an old tire screwed to a 2x4 attached to a backboard made of plywood. My teenage years were filled with inspiration found at thrift stores and garage sales. Imagination was an endless amount of possibilities.
When I started FUSED five years ago I was just making things I thought were cool. When people used to ask me what I do for work I would reply “ I make things”. I didn't feel worthy of the title designer. I would downplay how excited I was about the things I created. I worked hard for these things. I was passionate about my work but yet, I did not believe in me.
Throughout the years, I’ve learned that putting my art out into the world was one of the scariest things ever. It opened me up to be critiqued and judged by others. This ongoing process has taught me that fear has no control over you once exposed. I faced my fear this past year and I've learned that sometimes undergoing the scary parts of life brings the greatest results. To all you creators out there reading this today. I urge you to put yourself out there, share your stories, inspire others, but most of all “Believe in your Damn Self”.
Today I can honestly say,
My name is Roxelle Cho and I Design… Therefore, I am a Designer.
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