The most beautiful woman with the wittiest comments. Rest in peace, Jie Phuong.

I stayed up extra late to finally start on donating crap I don’t need. So far, I have about half of my room in trash bags, ready to go to Goodwill!

As a hoarder, this process is a mental WAR. Every damn thing I’ve collected possesses some deep sentimental value. Either that or I think it’d be useful for some art project that I will never start. :(

Ugh! Gotta trudge on. This cleanse will be good for me in the end.


Igbo Masqueraders :: Nigeria

Keith Haring, Untitled
"It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now."
— Hugh Laurie  (via

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It’s a shame that I’m posting this immediately after a totally irresponsible story. Oh, well.

My dream of becoming an expatriate is quickly becoming reality. If everything goes as planned, starting this winter I’ll be spending a year in Spain as an au pair and so far, an unofficial artist-in-residence. :)

It’s been such a relief to receive approval from all the people that I respect. Even a master printmaker, Joseph Velasquez, who I just met a couple weeks ago was willing to listen to my whole spiel. He gave me such great advice, which was summed up in the Ray Bradbury quote he used: “You’ve got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.”

I may sound like I’m crazy, impractical, unrealistic, a dreamer, etc. I don’t really care anymore because I can’t get out of my head that in order to truly live, I’ve got to take big risks.

Before I went on my late night run yesterday, I had my car/house keys in my hand and thought, ALRIGHT, GOTTA PUT THIS SOMEWHERE!! NO WAY IN HELL AM I RUNNING AROUND WITH THIS THING!!! I proceeded to throw it aside to the safest spot I could think of: on top of the civic. Little did I know that I will forget about my keys because I was way too excited to paint my nails afterwards.


I woke up the following morning and slowly got ready to go to the library— my sanctuary. Then it hit me, I forgot to get my keys off the civic and my dad drove it to work! I ran around the neighborhood like a madwoman. I quickly became so hot and tired that I returned home to take an hour nap. After the power nap, I got up, applied sunblock, threw on my running oufit, and ran towards the highway. After about 1.5 miles or so, I found my keys on the side of the road…in pieces. The fob part had been obliterated, but the actual key part was still okay! Yes! I was so proud of myself for finding it and sprinted back home to test it out. I gingerly inserted what was left of the key in the keyhole because I was afraid it would get stuck in the car forever!! After I turned it,  the engine started and then died. Guess what I learned today, you guys. Keys nowadays are so fuckin’ complicated that you have to have this magical chip intact to start the engine. Goddammit!

Okay, let’s attempt to recognize the positives of this whole ordeal: I got my long run out of the way, I got to spend most of the day with my poor dad (he did say that never in his life would he fathom having such a troublesome child), and I proved to myself that I won’t easily give up on something. No matter how frivolous this situation.

Roadtripped 2 Tulsatown! Found Jim Blanchard’s little corner in Dwelling Spaces. His portraits and prints are pretty badass…and I feel like I’ve met this dude before…

Finished this 2-color reduction print today during the Drive By Press workshop! I referenced Kirchner and Sean Star Wars helped me with the printing process. I was originally going to leave it black and white, but I decided that adding the color reductions would give the composition some vibrancy. I’m really happy with how it turned out! And it captures the chaos and energy I experienced when I visited Vietnam a couple years ago.

Wilted orchid lithograph on dyed paper. At first, this composition was an experiment with asphaltum on limestone. The concept came later when I decided on the second layer. I often represent the women in my family as orchids. This particular drawing is about the fragility of human life, which I was reminded of over the weekend when I visited my cousin with terminal cancer.
"Oppression sometimes benefits its victims more than its perpetrators. While those who are ravaging their neighbors’ lives exhaust their energy on that destruction, those whose lives are being shattered must expend their vigor on solutions—some of which can be exquisite. Hatred drove my family to the United States and its previously unimaginable freedoms."
Andrew Solomon on returning to Romania, the country his family left behind decades earlier: (via newyorker)

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"It’s all too much and not enough at the same time."
Jack Kerouac (via

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"I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am."
Epiphany (via

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