Yesterday: Kiều Chinh

As the final installment of my three-part series about Asian American Hollywood actors and actresses, I wanted to focus on a woman not as well known as Anna May Wong or Sessue Hayakawa: Kieu Chinh, a Vietnamese American woman who most commonly acted in Vietnam War films. Featured in films such as Operation: CIA (1965) and A Yank in Viet-nam (1964), she later stated in an interview with the New York Times that “I’d like to see more stories based on the Vietnamese people, on our culture, so the audience will see more of the civilian side of life instead of just barbed wire, blood and bombing”. More recently, she starred as Suyuan in The Joy Luck Club (1993) and Journey from the Fall (2005), a film that follows a Vietnamese family through the re-education camps, boat people experience, and being refugees in the U.S. after the fall of Saigon. Since the start of her career, she’s received numerous awards, including an Emmy Award and multiple lifetime achievement awards. 

Evolving Emotions: Centrifuge

Having depression and anxiety is kind of a

Funny thing. 

 

Those depressed moods

However awful they are

Remain comfortable 

Remain separate from the whirlwind of

Thought and obsessive

Worry

I can’t fall from the floor

 

There is no surprise 

No jarring suddenness 

 

Just peace in the low and dull

It’s a sick cycle

That enraptures 

Makes me yearn for the consistency 

That is ruining my life.

 

You don’t take chances

There’s no point

 

You don’t try things

Why would I?

 

Are you ever going to start living your life?

Do you want the truth?

 

Maybe a day will come

When the anxiety isn’t so grand

And the depression seems just a little 

Unappealing 

 

A day where I step out from the centrifuge

That whirls and spirals

And step into the light

 

With a novelty I never knew 

And a take on life 

I had never held in my hands

With a world of possibilities 

I had yet to realize

 

Round green shapes of varying sizes glow against the black background. The text reads, "Immersive."

Immersive #21: Acceptance Post

Panel One: A girl looks surprised as the text around her reads "Congratulations you're in!!!!!" Panel Two: On top of drawings of envelopes and a web browser, the text reads "I'm excited to announce that..." Panel Three: A girl opens her arms in welcome greeting. The text reads "We're so glad you're finally here!"

It’s acceptance season! The high school seniors are hearing back from colleges with offers of admissions, my LinkedIn feed is filled with proud announcement posts about job offers and internship opportunities, and all around there’s an excitement to follow a new path and find a place of belonging. Amidst all of the hardship and frayed patience that placed people under stress, these words of acceptance come as a relief to our worries with the promise that everything will be spectacular moving forward. However, not all people are as fortunate to receive such offers, and not all will be well after an offer is received. It’s easy to get excited about these new prospects for yourself or for others, but like always in life, there will be another hurdle to jump over after this one. So, let’s celebrate these acceptances like they’re life-changing news and then take them with a grain of salt the following day. It’ll be the new normal until the next acceptance season after all.

Industrious Illustrating #4: Making Prints

For the past few weeks, I’ve spent several late nights in the Digital Print Lab at Stamps watching the inkjet printers spit out pretty pieces of paper at an agonizingly slow pace. Why is that? Well, I’m planning on selling prints of my artwork at Con Ja Nai, which is the one-day anime convention held at UMich in the Modern Languages Building on April 9th this year. There’s many freelance illustrators who make a living off of selling their artwork at craft fairs or conventions, but for now I’m just selling my art as a fun side gig.

Anyway, I printed my favorite pieces onto 8.5 x 11″ and 11 x 17″ pieces of Epson Enhanced Matte Paper or Epson Luster Photo Paper so that they’ll look great hanging on someone’s wall someday.

However, the prints came out of the printer with white borders around them, so I had to trim the white borders off with a paper cutter. Some of my designs were also more suitable to smaller print sizes, so I printed multiple on a single sheet of paper and then cut them down to size by hand.

After being cut down to size, I’m currently storing them in a plastic bin that doubles as a display rack.

I package every print in a resealable clear plastic bag that also has one of my business cards in it. This protects the print from dust and damage while also letting the customer and passerby look at the art they just purchased. Also, I’ve had a few bad experiences with purchasing art at conventions and not receiving it in a plastic sleeve, so the nice art gets dented and damaged before I can put it on my wall, so I want to avoid doing that to anyone else. 🙁

I’m looking forward to meeting other artists and nerds at Con Ja Nai next month! Perhaps one of my future posts will go into how I design and order factory-produced merchandise that rounds out the rest of my sales stock, or perhaps I will go back to posting about my artistic process… Stay tuned!

My Name Is Minette, Chapter Fourteen: All Too Much

“Good.” Rhys patted her shoulder, an awkward little tap. “Um. Also, can I go to school when it’s your smithy? You know how Paw is, but you’re different.”

“I promise,” she said, watching him light up. She was about to explode. She needed to release her emotions, her stress, her fear, but she couldn’t do it in front of Rhys. She couldn’t let him know. She pushed him off the cot. “Now go to bed. Maw will pull your ear off if she finds you up.”

Rhys hopped up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he whispered in excitement, running out of the room. His footsteps faded, and another pair crept closer.

“You can come in now,” Minette said, and Irma slunk into the room.

“Morty…” Irma trailed off, hugging her arm. “Will you really look after us when–when Maw and Paw are gone?”

Minette’s throat went thick. She stood and took Irma by the shoulders. She watched Irma’s bleary eyes flit across the room in agitation. “Yes,” Minette said in a firm, steady voice, despite all that was roiling about inside her, “and you’ll be just fine. You’ll make your own way. We’ll prove them wrong. You’re a brave girl, Irma. And powerful.”

Irma gave her a lopsided smile. “Rhys was right. You’ll do great.”

Minette smiled back, flicking Irma’s nose. She needed Irma to get out of here so she could process the chopping block she was standing on in peace. Worries pounded like a headache behind her forehead: There was already a woman. Minette was already a suitor.  “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Irma slipped out, and along with her, a choked, ragged breath pushed out of Minette. All her energy left her, and she deflated, sinking onto the bed, putting her head in her hands. She stared unseeingly at the floor.

There was already a woman. There was already a woman. The sentence repeated in her brain, over and over, like an alarm bell. Maw and Paw had already talked to another mother and father. Both sets of parents had had a conversation that amounted to, “yes, your child should procreate with my child. That sounds like a great idea.”

Sagas Among the Arcana: The Queen of Coins

This week’s one card reading: The Queen of Coins

 

The Queen is one to share her riches with all. She’s not a queen in the typical sense though, the people simply call her their queen because of the way she nurtures them all. 

Today, she arranges buckets, upon buckets of grape tomatoes; all of which she grew in her garden. She thought it would be nice to share them with everyone, for no other reason than that she wanted them all to have some pleasure on this bright day. 

She picks up one of the wooden barrels. It’s heavy — but still, it’s fine. The wood is rough on her arms; they’re tough enough, she says though. It’s a simple burden she’s willing to carry.

~

On the way to her first destination, The Queen sees the

 town’s princess. The town deemed her a princess because of her beauty, she’s always smiling, and always engaging. 

No one has ever complimented my appearance, The Queen thinks a bit wantingly. Wait, no  — she immediately does away at the green vines that tempt to entwine around and capture her mind. She’s a good person, that’s enough.

The Princess drops the basket she’s holding. The roses in it all spill out. People around all rush to pick them up for her. Someone dashes into The Queen; the tomatoes seem to roll and threaten to fall out into an avalanche. The Queen squeezes the heavy bucket firm against her chest; it hurts. The pressure is a bit too much.

People pick up the roses and prick themselves on thorns. The Princess flushes graciously. The attention she bestows is dazzling.

Someone help me, please. The Queen doesn’t say this aloud; her annoyance is passive and she shows no sign of weakness. The heels of her palms threaten to bleed under the jagged wood.

The Queen somehow also yearns for that dazzling attention from The Princess. She wonders what it would be like to be acknowledged by someone so charismatic.

But she’s not going to ask for it. 

~

The tomatoes are delivered and people are grateful.

Oh, you didn’t have to! They had all said. You’re too kind.

The Queen appreciates it. The words give her energy. Nex

t time, she’ll pass out the strawberries. 

As she walks back home with empty buckets, her hands still burn a bit. No one had noticed the red marks on them.

She sees a lonely red rose on the road. She picks it up, her blood smears on the petals, but no one would be able to tell.

Only she can.