• No Time for envy

    No Time for envy
  • Pool Party Series | 游泳池派对

    All prints available without mat and frame. I direct symbols in the illusory space of a pool party, a non-place simultaneously connoting inclusivity and exclusivity, while water evokes submersion and renewal. In this setting, the symbols allude to fictional, autobiographical and social experiences. The black humanoid figure, elusive, sly, yet seemingly all-knowing reacts against identity […]

  • Helium Balloons

    I thought I’d love a Chinese man for we both taste what becomes blander, the father it ripples –the peppercorn in gong bao chicken and freedom. It’s in the air here.Back home freedom is packed in helium balloons,something to let go of in an applause. Or, a stagger of cannon firing in front of the […]

  • Dreamhouse

    At the end of this corridor is the back porch with a view. A view with oceans. The best on the Pacific. No need to sail in Nike to see the land continue. 12 hours away. The land promises to go on, off grid. Here to wake is to dream, like to dream is to […]

  • In ameri-go-around

    Sit down.Stand up. It’s time to go. Wait. Hold your breath. Eyes down.For the next 3-minute windowless ride. The line is getting shorter The glitter is getting dimmer The bowl of soup is getting colder. Sit up.Stand down.First come first serve guaranteed. Soup at the front line not guaranteed.It’s time to wander around Whole Foods […]

  • Mother in pieces (I)

    Ma, you cannot brush anymore my hair is long ing for some kind of cutoff a wrap from stretching shore to shore

  • Women Hold Up Half The Sky

    Women Hold up Half the Sky (2022) is a durational performance that pays homage to Nüshu, or Women’s Script. Derived from Chinese characters by women in thirteenth-century in Jiangyong County, China, Nüshu is the only known surviving script created by women and used exclusively by women. Mothers, daughters, sisters and friends used Nüshu in secret […]

  • My father, in pieces (I)

    My father’s hand moves so slowly when he writes fingers clutched tight around his pen the tip as hard as a flickering faith a determination to make seconds count I know now, like all good tales they don’t get told. They flow from his fingers to my pen tip. I was planted under neglect Is […]

  • In between

    In between sips of perfectly orchestrated peppermint tea, steps on and off the ropey bathmat you snuck near the bathtub, sweet raspberry sorbet with a mosel of weakly matcha butter cookie and guzzles of sickly rich apple cider spiked with whiskey just cool enough to warm torsos.  In between shadows cast in yellow lamplight and […]

  • Inundate

    Inundate

    An online exhibition I co-curated in 2020

  • On the golden coast

    On the golden coast lives un homme who I have never met cutting paper shreds I’m on my boat collecting shreds and scraps to fill the holes in my paper boat