For the past 8 years l’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.

These letters will never be sent; still I hope you see this.

Flashing lights explode across an apartment as images of a woman in bed flicker in and out. A stop motion of light paintings and projections. Find contact at bottom to request access.

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

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

An unfinished essay film on asian american film. Find contact at bottom to request access.

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

A found footage film about growing up, using scenes from 23 movies.