So this is how it feels, ears an errant visitor amidst hushed conversations under the orange lamp whose glow glances your skin, shimmering ever so slightly. Like the kumquat in …
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“You’ve got to line up there.” The airport attendant pointed at a flock of people waiting to check in. We were the late bunch, the timid rebels who didn’t arrive …
As my thumb hits “decline,” my body is lifted forward by the crowd. From the corner of Young and Sheppard, we squeeze into the narrow subway tunnels below. The stairs …
look at this rocky playground, where we scraped knees to leave them bleeding, then outgrown the stagnant navy blue and white uniforms, blown into different directions, flying away- until divine …
i twist the spines of my mother’s green onion stems products of caramelized trauma spun into salted relationships through my busy thumbs gluing her past to my present in a …
Jazz vision is the fusion of music and art a real paradox of same-yet different. Here we play in exchanges, like the hardness of the key of c# major and …
“The Table” in celebration of Mother’s Day and Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month
Our concept was based on how we wanted Asian people to be seen through the media in the 80s. Oftentimes, Asian identities are portrayed as one-dimensional characters such as the …
“Thank You Grandma” is an intimate portrayal of a lifelong relationship between a grandson and his grandmother. Drawing from my own experiences with my grandmothers, the film offers a soul-stirring …
Not long after we found out that we couldn’t have children, we found the flat. We were visiting our friends’ place one night, and on our way out, a young …
I realise now, looking back, just how unusual it had been for my family to have entrusted three children with the overnight watch of a corpse. It was the third …