Miles and MILES! is a film about losing faith in love and unexpectedly finding a way back to it. After declaring I'd given up on love, I spent the fall traveling alone—embarking on a two-week road trip, navigating work travel, and dancing whenever I could. Told through projected text, silhouettes, and handheld footage, the film traces how dance and the communities built around it transformed loneliness into belonging.

Flashing lights explode across an apartment as images of a woman in bed flicker in and out. Light paintings and projected images are animated in stop motion, filling the room with bursts of light as the same movement repeats and stutters. Heavily borrowing the techniques of Takashi Ito's Thunder, Thunderstruck layers it with computational editing into something jarring.

At 12 I couldn't imagine my future. I was too young.

A girl attempts to complete a to-do list. She never does. Instead, she reflects on memories of her first love, recounts dreams, writes letters, and spends time with her cats. After the first 13 days go by in a depressive episode, a hypomanic episode takes over the 14th day and it all spins out of control. "My Sight is Lined with Visions" is a tale about first loves, the joys of living with cats, a perspective on living with bipolar disorder, and dreams. I write about my first love. I hope she writes back.

I started this essay film in November 2023. I was reading Countervisions, a book of essays on Asian American film and video, which left me with the desire to show the side of Asian American film/video that has evaded the mainstream public eye. I felt the need to explain or justify this exploration in some way, so I took the approach of a video essay. Through candid voiceovers and kitschy overlays, I tell a story. One that I realized I was not able to tell, which was why I stopped making it the following month. I realized that the story I was trying to tell -- that I was trying to tell something at all about a group larger than me -- was against my guiding values. I thought I was trying to speak for the larger Asian American community, and though I believe in voicing my thoughts, I hate telling other people how to interpret my media. A year later, I think I'm getting over the impossibility in my mind of making something truly "Asian American." In truth, what I am making and what I am speaking about is not Asian America. No, Asian America implies a belief in something else. This is a homo movie. Find contact at bottom to request password.

For the past 8 years I've had a memory jar that I fill with little notes whenever a good thing happens. It kept me going. Now I don’t put things in it as often - now and then I add a club wristband, a movie ticket, a letter. When the good didn’t last I would find them and throw them away. 8 years in 1 jar is a lot. Thought I’d scan them and turn it into something.

I sit around Boston, my favorite city,on a portable ottoman while telling a story about M. I voice over in broken Vietnamese.

I read my thoughts from paper as I pace around a chair and I make a careless attempt at playing the piano.