October  15, 2025
Can I be angry ?
oCan I be angry ?
ooCan I be angry ?






October 5, 2025
Venus’s Fungi  

Your dandelions remind me of my mothers love
one more second of grace

Someday I’ll be happy about my look away
Tell me your recipe
Tell me your ripe

But I will not hold,
Drift in the breeze that flows just right
Where the rays hugs me tight

Throw me a flower once in a while
Let me shine as you grow
One day our petals will bloom through our worrisome throws

Come and find me where the flowers bloom 
Trace your hand on what will become in our tangled loom


I’ll have my mothers dance and my fathers love 
Maybe it’ll be in the summer, better than the one we sowed,
Or a wam, warm winter in the snow
Better yet, if I’m lucky, we will be in fall.


Where my fingertips are tainted orange with sweet, sweet sorrow
Smoky nights and bright days,
Leaves leading us our way.
Trace your heart on mine and I’ll see you tomorrow.  







August 15, 2025
ah–bbppah , abbpha , appa
아빠
how lucky I am to have you,
little boy at heart,  
we watch a superhero movie and after, you can teach me how to golf.













June 29, 2025

I still have so much to learn
subtle and subsequential  


ladybug
ladybug ladybug
   thank you for finding me again















June 12, 2025

muuom
yeeoh–jja  mooum-ee waeeiee–rrae!














June 11, 2025
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I was my parents first dagger of assimlation

My laborious art practice has become my pride as it proves to be a testament to my parents but it is also the only way my identity feels accepted


I am bitter














June 2, 2025


ee - go
The faces you see here are not mine. I will be a loud tin-can if it means I can rest in myself one day.  


(oct.14, 2025)
My striped people are a representation of the ego. Because they are not given the privilege of identity. 


In relation to time, 

Inspired by a quote, 

“Existing in the present moment is to live without an ego “ @billy newspaper 


In spaces that are for the elite (institutions/college), students who have no safety net have to fight a battle of ego. Systems encourage the “ego” of students from minority backgrounds by telling them that their chase for their dream is what makes them special and separate from the “rest” of us (e.g.model minority myth, “the master’s tool will never dismantle the master’s house.” Audre Lorde, Jared Ball and Ada Akpala on black excellence). Our ego is our dream to make it big one day. We chase and run harder because we have a scarcity of resources. But this does not let us sit in the present. And when we don’t get to sit with our present moment but constantly run towards a (oftentimes capitalistic dream) or even freedom to gain our identity (that money may afford us), we never get to reach ourselves because we're too busy chasing. 


E.g. In college/academic institutions that are for the elite, they let in a small percentage of students from minority/impoverished backgrounds. They are not afforded their own identity, they are afforded their ego. When I talk about ego, I talk about the sense of self from the perspective of past and future. These students have much more at stake than students who are economically comfortable, these students are let in because they chase their dreams but at what cost? 


Identity is where you can think of yourself within the present tense. Ego is where you think of yourself as past existence and a future goal, not affording a person their time to be conscious or existence of oneself. 




 Why does my various ways of making work have a hierarchy of representing me better or worse? Aren’t all my works a representation of me? Ego or not. 


This ties into me and my being, Why am I not afforded the time to think and exist without production? 




















Readings oh uh oh


Ornamentalism by Anne Anlin Cheng, 2019

Yearning by Bell Hooks, 1990

Your Silence Will Not Protect You by Audre Lorde, 2017

Will to Change by Bell Hooks

















Thank you for finding interest in my work in our busy busy world











And sorry about your  eyes