I’m not a fearless traveler. I don’t bounce into a country, speak a new language badly but confidently, adventurously trek into backstreet restaurants and proceed to try the most ethnic dish on the menu. No, that’s not me. I can be timid. It can take me days to warm up, to feel comfortable in new […]

You didn’t think I’d leave my post-it notes behind when I went on vacation, did you? I didn’t have any plans for them (they’re just a perennial staple in my purse), but they’ve come in really handy during my trip. I speak six words of Turkish, and my pronunciation is pretty horrible. I write my

Blue Mosque ceiling  The act of taking photos is so different when you’re an artist looking for inspiration, rather than a tourist hitting every required destination. Because my dad is a professional photographer, and my mom is a Filipina of a certain generation, childhood vacations became one, big photo opportunity. As kids, my brother and

Late-summer lilacs in LA! I’m leaving for my creative excursion (aka 1-month trip to Istanbul, Brussels and London) tonight, and wanted to take a minute to thank everyone who has made this happen. Thank you, everyone who purchased art from me, without seeing it first! Steph, Stef, Eva, Sian, Christine, Christine, Sami and Bjorn, Queenie,
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