IMG_1192 Jeju Island, Korea Nov.2023 ♩♪♫ on repeat: Selma Eriksen - By Now subscribe!...
Last month (now two months ago, since this post took me a full month to write) I hit a huge milestone for myself - I was part of a small, informal ceramics show here in Brooklyn. The theme was bookends, and I was immediately drawn to the idea of making two halves of a mountain with houses embedded into it, inspired by pieces I've seen in several museums of ceramic water droppers. Left: Joseon era…
Endings are hard, beginnings are hard, returning to something you abandoned feels the hardest. I fight and fail the urge to apologize whenever I come back to my journal after months of letting it be, that sense of guilt so ingrained in me. The worst part of my brain telling me "Well, if you wanted to be writing, or drawing, or making so badly, wouldn't it be easy? Wouldn't you just do it?" The end…
I learned a few weeks ago that my favorite dumplings in my hometown don't exist anymore. I don't think that anyone who ever had these dumplings would agree that they're the best - they had a thick, doughy layer of skin surrounding an nondescript blend of meat and seasoning, bursting at the seams of their Chinese takeout box. They were boiled and fried, one side of them crisped just to the point of…
This past month I stumbled upon a desire, or really a fixation, on watching a movie every single day for the entirety of July. Initially it was a coincidence - we just happened to watch a movie for the first 3 days of July and as someone that averages only about 4 movies per month for the past few years, it spurred a single stray thought that changed the entire month's trajectory. Movies 1-3, not…
Cold Spring, NY - thinking about the way the light hits this little stream A LOT lately After a week and a half of constantly being around other people and traveling for fun and for work and for family, it is a huge relief to be back at home and reacquainting myself to our chore list. I had to say goodbye to my favorite suitcase - a bright yellow hardshell carryon - that I've had since college…
When Sung and I moved in together, one of the first things we ever established as part of living together is that my desk was an untouchable zone. Untouchable in that I would do my best to keep our shared spaces neat (an ongoing process, because I am unfortunately the kind of person that will not tidy things up until I am overwhelmed by just how messy I've let things gotten, and then hyper-fixate…
colored pencils, 2021 There are nights, like tonight, that remind me in ways of what it was like when I first moved to the city over 7 years ago. A fresh grad with a salary so low they had to increase the base pay for all entry level employees when minimum wage was raised because it didn't meet the threshold. At that time, I was play acting an adult, waking up each morning and soaking in every new…
If you've ever been to our apartment, you will know that the top shelf of our bookshelf is reserved for my favorite authors and their collection of works. Over the years, this revered position has changed very little save for a recent reshuffling of Donna Tartt post a failed The Goldfinch bookclub, and about 3 years ago I added Jhumpa Lahiri and set to diligently compiling her books through…
If there's anything I've osmosed from my mother over the past few years is to (a) believe that anything can become art and (b) to prepare indefinitely for the opportunity to strike by becoming a little bit of a hoarder. My mom (who insists to this day that she 'hates clutter') has amassed a small cave of items related to unrealized art projects - every piece of scrap cardboard has unlimited…
Earlier, when I finished setting up my home page, after agonizing over it for at least an hour, I gushed to Sung that this felt just like when I agonized over the CSS for my tumblr back in highschool. So it's only fitting that I'm sitting here at almost 12am on my couch in complete pitch black save for the glow on my computer keys and screen totally ruining my eyes, listening to the same song on…