everyday

you were floating to me in a slow motion fade

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xinyi visited san francisco last week and stayed with me for a few days. i always love having an excuse to walk down this alley of murals in the mission to revisit familiar favorites and see all the new paintings emerging from a vibrant community.

 
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i’ve been teaching for a little over a month now, it’s been full of fulfilling interactions with the kids interspersed between moments of frustration and uncertainty. sometimes it feels like it’s impossible to make a positive impact in their lives and other times it feels like any little incorrect move can unknowingly influence them negatively for all the years to come. i just hope i’m doing right by them, you know?

this week i taught the students about floor plans, proportionality, and circulation. the ones that were done early were allowed to free draw on the back of their paper. a girl drew a picture of me teaching at the white board and a group of boys drew an entire platform game level design.

 
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i got a rug! finally!! it’s been great to roll around, take spontaneous yoga breaks, and accidentally fall asleep on the floor, which has happened far too many times considering i’ve only had the rug for 5 days. unfortunately, the cats love it even more than i do and it is quickly becoming a problem.

there’s a sweet in-between state my brain enters around midnight to 3am where the sleepiness erodes my inhibitions. it has been my preferred time to work. i love waking up the next morning and seeing my painting in the light for the first time, all the marks and colors guided by my intuition instead of my eyes.

everyday

a moment of silence for the awfulness that was august

red flowering gum blossoms along pine street were a highlight of the month. because of the warm air and blue skies, i wandered around meandering streets alone more than usual in august, headphones playing all my favorite summer love songs in one ear and the sounds of cars buzzing in the other. i tried very, very hard to love this city.

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but this place just continually insists on hurting me. here are my personal favorite highlights:


“here is a love that you thought would last; let’s just make a mess of that and create doubt in your ability to be loved”

“here is an opportunity to show your artwork; let’s make this gallery attendee neg you, completely question whether or not your work is art, and ask you out on a date, making you feel even more devalued and useless than you already did to begin with”

“here is a beautiful apartment in the middle of the city; let’s also give you a view of a rooftop that you can stare at wistfully as you fall deeper and deeper into depression”

“here is someone you actually really like spending time laughing with; let’s inspire them stomp the shit out of your self esteem ‘cause it’s fun”


“here is a job that seems like everything you’ve ever wanted and worked towards; let’s package it with some emotional abuse and a gaslighting so bad that it will take nearly half a year to recover creatively and mentally.

“here is an old college crush that still makes you smile; let’s have him break your heart into a million tiny pieces… again… unprompted”

“here are all these amazing friends who inspire you to be more compassionate, active in the community, and thoughtful in everything you do; let’s place them in the middle of the most culturally backwards, empathy bankrupt, tech bro-saturated place you’ve ever been in”

this is no one’s fault. everyone is going through something and everyone has their own messiness to deal with. it is all just a byproduct of the nature of this place. we just keep wanting and wanting and ending up nowhere.

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i feel so much pressure from everyone around me. i’m spread too thin and there never seems to be enough boundaries or time to make it right. of course, the first place my mind goes to is bilbo baggins – “like butter scraped over too much bread.”

lately there’s been such a large emphasis on finding happiness, finding a lover, and just doing everything, but what no one seems to understand is that i’m still just trying to figure out how to survive. i keep hearing “you deserve someone like ___” or “you deserve happiness” and to be quite honest, it has nothing to do with deserving. these are not the things i strive for nor do i think they will satisfy my life.

i just want to be okay. i don’t need unbounded happiness, i don’t need a whirlwind of a romance, and i don’t need to do abso-fucking-lutely everything. i want to be okay doing nothing with someone i care about and to continue creating. that’s all. but someone once told me that the simplest things seem to be the hardest to find.

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on the bright side, my bedroom has become a sanctuary of life and color. i love spending time here, reading a thousand books at once, scribbling all over random notebooks, watching movies in a blanket fort, rolling around in bed in my underwear, listening to music with eyes gently closed, creating & being.

i am VERY lucky to be able to afford a space like this in such an expensive city, and i’ve only recently realized that where i am now isn’t all bad. not even close. in fact, i’m actually thriving in all of the work that i get to choose, i’m financially stable enough to not feel the anxiety of losing the foundations of my wellbeing, and i’m still able to spend a couple days a week making things i want to make.

this may not be the best city for someone like me, but it would be foolish for me to think that everything sucks. i’m exceptionally privileged, and i can’t allow myself to lose sight of that.

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in conclusion, fuck you, san francisco. i’m a better person than this and i refuse to let you win.


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your hand in mine

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“moral of the story: boys are assholes.”

brandon found this scrawled on the last page of “the giving tree” and i laughed so hard i nearly cried. we spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the neighborhood and pointing at trees that we would climb one day.

what a mess i’ve made.

goddamn, man child

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three exposures from august in one frame. i spent all of last month getting serenaded into a somber midsummer night's dream by the sea then wrapped up in warm flannel and whispers by a good winter.

 
goddamn, man child
you fucked me so good that i almost said ‘i love you’
you’re fun and you’re wild
but you don’t know the half of the shit
that you put me through
your poetry’s bad and you blame the news
but i can’t change that
and i can’t change your mood
’cause you’re just a man
all through and through
your head in your hands
as you color me blue
— lana del rey 🥀
all my life
mine was a lover of a wrong kind
keepin’ what you tellin’ me
i know mine
living in a lonesome way
had me looking other ways
’cause i am, i am, i am lost here, again
but on a bright fall morning,
i’m with it
i stood a little while within it
man, you have to know
know the way it goes
— bon iver 🍂
 

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playing catchup

it has been a while since i’ve updated this photo journal, so here are some moments from the last few months. hopefully i’ll be back more regularly after this!

may 2019: turned 28 with arms full of roses and a belly full of chocolate cake. my actual birthday itself was spent in the company of a smashed up cake and i thought a lot about how isolated and directionless i felt.

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june 2019: filled my month with faces that i never want to forget.

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july 2019: so much change in so little time, but i began to love the loneliness almost to a fault. i drew and painted nonstop and made space for quiet in my brain and fullness in my heart. i spent days on end sitting on my bedroom floor without ever seeing the outside world. it was wonderful.

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