A piece part of a collective zine called Bakers Dozen, under the theme Everyday Magic . Inspired by the Everyday Magic of Love and how great it is- then the quick realization of the lack there of in my life. Hey, a girl can dream.
Ching in Chong
Growing up in certain groups and fitting in was as complicated as playing two games at once that are within each other- being surrounded by groups that spoke a certain language and not knowing what it all meant but really trying to understand- a complicated mess of a game I'd say.
A piece on emotional collateral damage in the experiences of the unknown.
A personal piece on thunderous passionate love that even a stempede can't stop.
I'm Not Ready to Danse
For Locus Green Issue 004
Mama knows best
Living in the traditional community of families that pushes their children towards certain futures and the complete opposite of the experience I had with my mother.
A personal piece on moving on and the inability to do so. The happiness of others weighs down on those nights of distain.
Sumo hungry ramen cravings
Nude woman on rug, alone always.
Based on the song by Ciara, 'Body Party' a homage to all those sexy nights I've never had.
In moments of complete relaxation. Your worst nightmare ensues.
The Calm Before the Soysauce
Part of the Series, I Don't Speak Chinese, a piece on being comfortable in your own skin amongst others that look like you, live like you but are not exactly the same. A commentary on being chinese- a different kind- and still not feeling like you belong.
Sexy Sushi Date
Dates I wish I had, food I wish I can eat. now.
Bending for you
doing everything and anything you can for normal moments to be fine.
Companionship and the control or lack there of
Part of a collective zine called, Fingerbiter
my own shoulder to lean on
self reliance, self awareness and all you have is yourself.
Lei Ho Ma
Conversations at the dinner table that often abruptly stops at me. The lack of knowledge in language that I have contributing to the lack of conversation momentum that I can provide.
A contribution towards a zine collective called Falafel- about premature sexy times and foreplay.
The stereotypical conversation of being related to Bruce Lee simply because we share the same last name- If that really were the case I would piss my pants in fear and from stardom.
A contribution for the zine collective called Falafel.
Warm embraces, tender pillow talks
Me naked sitting on the very tiny carpet. Ok not really me naked
The intergalactic portal that is my younger self serving as a transformative abyss for dumplings to turn into perogee.
Surroundings and you
Me Love you Long Time,
Header for my solo show at the Gladstone Hotel.
Siracha v.s. Kelloggs
East v.s. West in commodities and how I loved and embraced them both.
Being a lucky cat and infatuated with your own culture.
Walking the Puppies
Chosen illustration for American Illustration. about objectifying a woman's body as a pet show, walking them as a show.