Unimportant Day in the Life of Hellxia

ON THE JOB FRONT: I’ve been really happy so far about my new job as an IT Help Desk Jr. Analyst. I get anxious because the learning curve is pretty steep, but it’s very exciting and everyone’s real kind. And as I’ve said like a broken record to my partner, I love working from home. I miss my standing desk, but it is pretty much exactly as I always dreamed it would be.

Core perks of working from home:

  1. Don’t have to smell anyone else’s poops
  2. Don’t have to worry about whose pubes are on the toilet seat
  3. No constantly draining face-to-face interaction
  4. Easy to cook my own food for breakfast/lunch
  5. No commute

ON THE ART FRONT: I definitely only did 16 drawings so far of 100, but that’s probably 16 more drawings than I would have made without setting that goal. I also forgot to schedule the first interview with my parents, which I will do shortly after publishing this post. I’ve updated my progress here in case you’re interested. I’ve got a lot to do this weekend!

ON THE FLATULENT FRONT: I woke myself up twice twice in the past week because my farts smelled so bad. Just thought you should know.

ON THE RELIGIOUS THEMES IN MY GOD GIRL SERIES FRONT: I didn’t think about Christian God as ambiguously good/bad in relation to Norse Gods (although really my only knowledge of Norse Gods extends to Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology, which you should definitely LISTEN to because it’s so good and he’s a great reader, and Marvel comics). I really like the ambiguity of morals in Norse Mythology, as told by Neil Gaiman. But I never thought about how Christian God can be like that, too. Depending on what sect you’re in, he could be totally different things. He could be a benevolent and kind God. He could be a wrathful God who breathes punishment. He could be that paternal figure who suggests how you live your life and gives you potential consequences, such as girl you’ll turn into a salt pile if you look back at that fire, or if you do this totally random thing, I’m gonna need you to kill your daughter as a sacrifice to me, your papa pal guy God. It’s still mostly scary to me to create this singular omnipresent dude in the sky that’s always kind of rooting for humanity’s fight against that cool dude with the horns beep beep Richie. Do what you gotta do, believe what you gotta believe to do the right thing, I guess… but what scares me is the inability to do what’s right without a God threatening consequences at you. The lack of critical thought is what scares me, not that people who have some kind of faith in something don’t have the ability to think critically, but I think most people… choose not to think critically when it comes to morals and ethics, etc. Even if they’re super intelligent in other subjects. Not saying I’m a saint either. –God Girl

This is not an art update. (well actually…)

Goodbye Forever

PPAC gave me a great farewell on Friday by having meat cake catered, aka meatloaf that I love from Selland’s. They endured my Karaoke list on Spotify, which includes hits like All Star by ShreSmash Mouth, Photograph by Nickelback, In the End by Linkin Park, Complicated by Avril Lavigne, etc. They also let me show them several memes on YouTube, including Noot Noot, Shrek, and Eminem’s Mom’s Spaghetti.

After packing up and heading home, I headed straight to Trina’s to grab Bon Chon, aka delicious props for of the shots in our #aZnroom music video. Lots of fun filming.


Today I finally got off my ass and went to Zumba in the morning, then headed out to host an Artsy Fartsy reunion among old art classmates.

ICYMI: Back in college, I organized several Artsy Fartsy get-togethers, but the flyer for one of them had my Nubbinz character farting, which one of the Art Department administrators did not like. I had posted the flyer to the Art Department website (it made sense because it was an event for art students?), but then it got taken down, I was banned from the page, and then promptly received a notification from the chair of the department telling me that my post was vulgar and distracted from the real purpose of the Facebook page. This seems to happen to me pretty frequently for some reason. Anyway, I then launched war in the form of rogue art exhibits. There was a pizza art exhibit on the hallway cork boards and a whole lot of butts going around. One of my professors then decided to take up half of a much-needed pre-finals review session to berate me in front of the class lol.

Anyway, it was refreshing to meet up with my old classmates and see how they’re doing. Here’s our group photo!

THEN I got home and received a package my now former coworkers sent as a going-away gift: Shrek slippers. THE BEST. Ogrewhelmed with gratitude.

Annnnnddd then I spent the rest of the day cleaning instead of doing art, so I’m extremely behind in my 100 drawings wamp wamp. Here’s the 3 out of 5 I’ve done so far lol:

SJAM is my JAM

Last week I got a chance to check out the new exhibits at the San Jose Art Museum, which I love so obviously you should go to it immediately. Below is a sketch I made in their interactive portion of the Raimonds Staprans exhibit. But my favorite exhibit was actually The House Imaginary, which explored definitions of what a house is / is not. I’m terrible at documenting my favorite pieces, but there was one made of fabric that looked like the ghost of a large traditional Korean archway. It referred to how in Korea they’ll tear down really old, historic architecture and replace it with modern buildings. There was a window cast from when an artist cast the entire interior of an old, decrepit house. And there were some prints of the room layouts in different homes another artist previously lived in. Really fascinating work on displacement, memory, etc. Go see it while you can! The exhibit runs until August!

Back to School (sike)

To continue my momentum back into art-making and to prepare for the #aZnroom studio tour in September (8-9), I have created what I think is a pretty rigorous curriculum for myself. Apparently homework assignments, even if fake, are the only things that keep me accountable!

And beyond all this, I am starting a new career as the real life Maurice Moss soon! #ITCrowd


  • Film commercial
  • Film music video
  • 100 traditional drawings on 7×10″+ paper in 2 weeks
  • 100 digital drawings in 2 weeks
  • 2 paintings in 2 weeks
  • Draw/paint on 25 paper lanterns in 3 weeks
  • Fix up Asian dolls from thrift store
  • Parent Interviews


(subject to change obvi)

  • April 26 – Art date with Trina, storyboards for music video and commercial due
  • May 4 – Film date with Trina
  • May 11 – 100 traditional drawings due 16 Completed
  • May 12 – 1st interview with parents RESCHEDULED
  • May 16 – 1st interview with parents – reflection due RESCHEDULED
  • May 20 – Film date with Trina CANCELLED
  • May 24 – Asian dolls fixed
  • May 25 – 100 traditional drawings – reflection due
  • June 2 – Film date with Trina
  • June 14 – 2 paintings due
  • June 16 – 1st interview with parents
  • June 19 – 1st interview with parents – reflection due
  • June 29 – 100 digital drawings due
  • June 30 – Commercial and music video due
  • July 20 – 25 lanterns due
  • July 21 – 2nd interview with parents
  • July 24 – 2nd interview with parents – reflection due
  • August 3 – 3rd interview with parents
  • August 7 – 3rd interview with parents – reflection due
  • August 24 – Parent interviews finalized timeline due
  • September 8-9 – The #aZnroom studio art tour
  • September 15 – Studio art tour reflection due

How do you get to know your own parents?

On March 28, 2018, I sent an email to my parents detailing a new art project involving them. But before I get into that, let me take a step back to college.

In college, Nancy and I would talk about our complex relationships with our parents. She brought up wanting to one day preserve her parents’ stories by videotaping them, documentary-style. I thought that was a real cool idea given that I hardly knew anything about my parents, we had terrible conversations (read: none), and neither party knew the other very well (pretty sure my parents thought I was all “drugs, sex, and rock and roll” in high school when I was the one who literally had to be pulled away from studying on my birthday). A project like that would force us to get to know each other, because force seemed necessary at this point.

My relationship with my parents has ebbed and flowed over the years, somewhat improving because I can talk  politics with my dad and I can finally start to acknowledge and move past the flaws in both my parents. Sort of.

Then reading excerpts from an interview with Thi Bui on Vietnamese identity and telling her parents’ stories yesterday resonated with me and I just thought I should blog about my project (and also use this as an opportunity to highlight The Slant, which is like theSkimm, but for Asian American news and Pacific Islander news… aka you should subscribe right now).

Back to March 28, 2018, just a week ago. The email I sent to both of them detailed a sort of “Timeline and Talk” project that I’ve haphazardly named “Where do we come from and where do we go from here?” 

Wait – let’s go back one more day to when Trina and I were having an art date and talking about our complex relationships with our parents (it’s a timeless conversation). When I got home that night, I started writing out what I knew about my mum’s life. It was a big block of left to right, top to bottom text with arrows pointing from one thing to the next. There were a lot of gaps. When did she get her driver’s license and what was that experience like?

Then I started writing overlaying my own timeline to compare with hers. I had never thought about how our individual timelines interacted. I wrote out one for my dad and realized that while I talk with him a lot more, I hardly know anything about his life! After that, I sketched out an idea of how to present this as an art exhibit:

  1. I would work with my parents on fleshing out their timeline, then simplifying and generalizing them for public viewing. That would be the “Where we come from” part.
  2. I would display them in that big block of text, our timelines overlaid, enlarged for people to see. Visible, out in the open – so unlike my parents’ generation to be airing out our dirty laundry.
  3. There would be a secondary timeline – a fictional extrapolation of what I think our timelines could look like moving forward from this project. That would be the “Where do we go from here” part.
  4. It would be cathartic, everyone would be like, “wow talking with your parents – wild stuff,” and then they would participate in the interactive portion where they would start writing their timelines, their family timelines, their partner’s/s’ timelines, etc. I can dream.

I get it – I’m super awkward and I don’t know how to ask my parents about their lives. But I do know how to fabricate and facilitate a space wherein we can genuinely learn and share our stories with one another… and I do know how to art.

So I sent that initial proposal to my parents. One of them reacted positively to the project, but also wanted to remain anonymous.

Well, if I can’t make this into an art exhibit, then at least I will have the personal, private satisfaction of getting to know my parents.

the aZn room

You know who you should follow on Instagram? @theaznroom.

Why follow? Because it’s Trina and I building up towards our open studio tour in September, aka a weekend-long exhibit in Trina’s backyard.

Why “the aZn room”? Because that’s the space we’ve claimed to comfortably be whatever it is we define as the “Asian” part of our Asian American identities. When we confine ourselves to our room, we can explore what it is to NOT:

  • Speak our native languages
  • Understand why we can’t be just American
  • Want to be just American
  • Understand why our families did what they did
  • Be embarrassed about our smelly food or more efficient brooms
  • Compartmentalize to cope and survive

… the room is infinite, the world outside is even greater, and the space between is what we dare to tread. Of course, most of it is nonsensically poking fun at stereotypes – and we revel in it. (lol)

So obviously you should follow us.

Beyond our individual work, we’re also working on a dope series of commercials advertising for this show. Look forward to our top-of-the-charts hit single music video, a home shopping network preview of our work, and more for the limited-time-only low, low price of $Follow @theaznroom.

AUGUST: Here’s what I’m up to

Hi-Fructose exhibit at the Crocker Art Museum

I went to see it twice! It was great to finally see works in-person by James Jean, Kehinde Wiley, Audrey Kawasaki, Mark Ryden, Tara McPherson, etc.

But being there made me think about the accessibility of art focused on justice. The first time I went to the show, there were lots of people who walked into the exhibit, exclaiming things like, “Boobs,” and then walking out. I really loved seeing environmental themes throughout the show, but who was it for and what was the point?

If you create an artwork that shows how humans are destroying the planet, what is the purpose? To make a cool image? To get your frustrations out in a beautiful way? Should it inspire change? Should it include more information on what viewers can do to follow-through with your shared frustrations? Is this the low-brow/pop-surrealist visual form of academic circle jerk? Has it achieved its purpose by inspiring a blog from an angst-ridden artist falling into their role as pretentious art critic performing the ritual academic circle jerk?

The second time I went to the show, I got a better look at a digital piece (I stupidly didn’t take note of the artist’s name) that was projected onto a physical frame on the wall, set in front of a couch covered in crocheted (knit? I don’t know the difference) doilies, flowers, and a rat. The digital projection was a combination of stop motion crocheting of different pieces, unraveling and coming together again to form a variety of images, including that of Frida Kahlo. In my Studio Art major mind, this piece was amazing. It spoke to how undervalued textile work is as an art form, partly because it’s “a woman’s art.” It also spoke to how undervalued digital art is compared to traditional works. You could sit on the couch covered in the art projected onto the frame. The physical frame gave the digital work a place on a museum wall, but the work itself still splayed out beyond the edges of the frame.

But saying all of this to my History/Law major partner was just kind of pretentious and lacking context. The art world has its own history and politics. A lot of it is trivial – artists might starve, but in a different way than communities who have no access to clean water. But a lot of it is just a piece of a larger puzzle with many moving pieces. I guess you can’t really starve if you’ve got food for thought, right? :\

Anyway, this piece by Martin Wittfooth was my favorite in the show and I could sit in front of it for hours. This piece was so powerful, and I think it was one of the most accessible as far as being able to understand it without reading a description.

Co-worker Fan Fiction

My co-worker fan fiction is unfolding IRL. I don’t even have to write it. The shout outs to Twin Peaks, Smash Mouth, and Jerry Brown occur organically.

For one of our upcoming events, we just found out that one of the food vendors is gourmet cotton candy literally inspired by SHREK. There is no better fan fiction fodder. #someBODY


I need to not be sick or broken all the time, so I am going to be spending a lot of time on health for the next two months, which also means I can’t afford to spend money on Hacker Lab :C Hoping to return to Hacker Lab in November so I can start using their photography studio, and maybe some other cool stuff. But in the meantime, maybe my focus can shift to healthy living and art.


Other than that, I’ve just been dabbing and dabbling with digital sketches. I’m a slow worker and my art pal Trina knows that (we were supposed to do an Asian art zine together, but man am I slow moving with art @_@;; is what it is).

JK Still under construction

TFW WP theme support fixes something and breaks other things. Nico – u ma boy but yoooooo what even

In the meantime, here’s a fun invitation flyer I did for my bff’s birthday (real info smudged out because I can’t have people lurking my bff’s stomping grounds). Because #duckgame. Obviously.




JK I fleshed out the rest of my website today. Lemme know what you think. It’s kind of slow on my computer, but my Sonic internet also sucks.

I’ll try to keep my website updated every now and then, but the most timely updates you’ll get from me are probably via Instagram.

Off to continue working on my sort of secret coworker fan fiction comic and learning Python before the last week of bootcamp. Shit.