“First man learned to stand—then he learned to sit” from The Secret Language of Birthdays by Gary Goldschneider & Joost Elffers
Mikayla is an artist who sees the world in as many shades as there are colors that tint her vibrant soul. Opiniated, exuding confidence, curious, creative in every aspect of identity, she is the poster child for what the world of tomorrow should be. – Mélissa P
Image © Mélissa Pelchat
An Interview with Mikayla
Q. What is your best memory/moment from one of your past birthdays?
A. I’m not sure that I even have one. People try so hard to make a certain day memorable that you end up remembering the stress and obligation instead.
Q. How about the worst? And why?
A. They all seem pretty equal, honestly. That’s a blond answer so here’s a cute boy sketch. (Note: there is an actual sketch of a cute boy on the form… :D)
Q. What was the present you’ve received for your birthday that most surprised you?
A. I remember my DS was a pretty big deal. It also impacted me in a lot of interesting ways. Growing up, we weren’t allowed to watch Japanese style cartoons, and my biological father mocked them in a racist sense. Well, my brother had his DS before me, and some kid had given him the game Pokemon. I remember I was enchanted by it, so my mom and aunt grouped together and got me a pink one with a Pokemon game. That really boosted my imagination, and also influenced my art style. It made me really fall in love with creation and independence which is a weird outcome of just a simple game, but whatever, that’s life I guess.
Q. Is there one food or dish that you insist in eating during your birthday celebration?
A. Probably grilled cheese and pickles, yo. It’s a gift from above.
Q. What do you believe is the most important aspect of celebrating a birthday?
A. Just remembering your age. The older I get the more pressure I feel and the more resistance I put at. Sometimes I wish I could just be alone and go out and explore by myself so I can get away from the weird customs – not that I hate them or anything, trust me I love people, but it feels like the celebration has become deluded and just a process of completion. Enjoying yourself by yourself sounds a bit more meaningful in the grand scheme.
Q. Do you/your family/culture have any traditions/rituals/ceremonies that are performed to celebrate birthdays? What is it?
A. Yeah, the usual cake, ice cream, presents. We might go out and do something, or we might save it for another day. Birthdays are weird.