Yayoi Kusama – A World of Infinite Dots

Dot. More dots. So many dots that they look like stars. Too many dots – infinite. The nature of the infinite, the fear – it haunts me. —- As a child, my mother would take my art supplies away. I would hurry to finish before she caught me, but her abusive fists would catch me before I could escape. The infinite amount of creativity teeming … Continue reading Yayoi Kusama – A World of Infinite Dots

Paper Cranes

Growing up, family gatherings were a scarcity, taking place only before a cousin went off to college, or after a loved one passed away. On this occasion, the latter was true. How unusual it was to have all the Mak siblings and their children together in one room! Every reunion felt like a leap in time, cousins growing taller and more mature, uncles developing wrinkles … Continue reading Paper Cranes

Kazuki Takizawa – The 5 Stages of Glass Blowing

Thump. My footsteps are heavy as I walk into my studio. The bipolar disorder, its stigma, even heavier, now make all my equipment seem like mere pieces of metal. I do not want to acknowledge them for what they are. — Clank. I set the blowpipe on the yolk. The furnace is raging,  roaring like the anger inside of me. The tip should be preheating,  … Continue reading Kazuki Takizawa – The 5 Stages of Glass Blowing

Koi Ponds and Pork Buns, Among Other Things

It was one of those muggy 7 a.m. mornings in Brooklyn, the ones just before daybreak when the air was still moist with dew. Not so cold as to warrant the Canada Goose with fur hood attachment, but just enough to turn your fingertips blue. At the peak of rush hour, a girl of petite stature and fierce gaze could be found tearing down the … Continue reading Koi Ponds and Pork Buns, Among Other Things

Asian Atlases Holding Up the Southern Sky

Mama don’t talk about her childhood. You visit her old house and imagine a town. Where she knew everybody — had four older siblings, fifteen cousins, and six aunts, all on the same street. Where everybody was like you — looked like you, ate your food, spoke your language. You bet she didn’t take diversity classes. ——— Here’s the thing: You speak American English with … Continue reading Asian Atlases Holding Up the Southern Sky