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banghwa · 2 years

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If you’re smiling and laughing in a world that wants so badly to tear us down, that can hardly be a bad thing, yeah? The point of being alive is love; smiles and laughter are a manifestation of you getting that right xx

EMMMM im so sorry i don't remember seeing this when u sent it a few days ago but :') tysm its such a sweet and thoughful perspective. like yknow what maybe ur right, maybe it's a little silly that i get so easily amused by things that i throw my head back laughing over basically nothing BUT on the other hand how nice it is how despite everything im still trying to find little happinesses like that. maybe its naive and childish but maybe its also very resilient and stubborn <3

#:((( this is a rly nice way to put it eunmee tysm i appreciate it :((( <333 #💌#nunchijeu

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stevekang2024 · 5 months

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asianartsblog · 10 months

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4 More Days to See Balanced (균형이 잡힌)!

Artist, Hyunsuk Erickson, crochets over hard materials with yarn to build standing structures, which she has named “Thingumabob”. This “Thingumabob” is a product of her cultural hybridity as she grapples with the tension of the synthesis and resistance of both the Korean and American forces that influence her life as she continuously adapts.

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Balanced (균형이 잡힌)

2023 Han-Mee Artists Association of Greater Washington, DC Annual Exhibition

June 14 - July 15

Asian Arts Gallery, Center for the Arts, Towson University

1 Fine Arts Drive, Towson, MD 21204

Gallery Hours: Tuesday - Saturday, 11am- 4pm

Featured Artists:

Clare Jongim Chang * Yunkyoung Cho * Youn Ho Choi * Zechariah Choi * Hyun Chough * Eunmee Chung * Jillian Chung * Hyunsook Erickson* Jihee Hahn * Barbara Han * Mira Jung * Sunhee Kim Jung * Amy Kyungae Kim * Bo Kim * Bok Kim * Eunjeon Kim * Hyun Jung Kim * Irene Myounghee Kim * Jean Jinho Kim * Jinchul Kim * Jung Eun Kim * Myungsook Ryu Kim * Okji Kim * Sumita Kim * Tae Dong Kim-James* Wanjin Kim * Myoung Won Kwon * Eunyoung Leah Lee * Insook Lee * Sunjin Leaa Lee * Choung-Hee Lim * Jeong Sook Oh * Jinsoon Oh * Minsun Oh * Komelia Hongja Okim * Junghwa Kim Paik * Sookkyung Park * Donghyun Rhee* Sunmi Shin * In-soon Smeenk * SuLi * Serena Yeo * Jihee Yi* Sook You * June Yun

Image: Thingumabob Gajok by Hyunsuk Erickson

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artistkimeunmee-blog · 3 years

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parametricarchitecture · 6 years

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CAP Studio at Pratt Institute Graduate Architecture, Spring 2015. Students: Dimitry Zemel, Emma Weiss, Eunmee Hong, Matthew Hallstein . Please follow us on Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/parametric.architecture . #studentwork #prattinstitute #schoolofarchitecture #architecturestudent #digitaldesign #design #designer #parametric #grasshopper3d #rhinoceros3d #parametricarchitecture #parametricdesign #parametricism #architecture #architect #archilovers #architectureporn #architecturephotography #mimar #mimarlik #arquitectura #архитектура #архитектор #building #instaarch #architectural #maqueta #maquette #architecturemodel (at Pratt Institute School of Architecture)

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kivaqblog-blog · 7 years

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Migraines, Chelsea, and Class Privilege

tl;dr: I went to Callen-Lorde Clinic yesterday, and they gave me something that fixed my migraines! But quite by accident, I got a close look at some class differences among queers which I normally don't see in person. Details below.

I’d thrown up twice at 2 or 3 am over the last week, and after the second time I’d had enough, as in I couldn’t take another night like that. It turned out that I had a low-grade fever, about 99.7 F. (37.6 C.). Pat, whom I was referred to — hi, Pat! thx! — gave me a pill I’ve never heard of and it worked, finally stopped the pain. I should’ve gone sooner, but I kept trying the tools in my allergy kit. I even went to my acupuncturist. Nothing worked for long.

After she evaluated me, Pat said that I probably have a virus too. Plus allergies, which trigger migraines: she has the same problem and said the warm-cold-warm-freezing weather we're having just makes it worse. I'm glad I went, even though I'll see my doctor, Eunmee, on Monday. Everyone’s on a first-name basis at C-L, which in itself takes away some of the tension around having to go to the doctor. They’re considerate of things that other clinics don't even think of.

A lot of the patients at C-L don’t have private insurance. There was a table out front to help people with it, and a nice young man who seemed mostly bored did ask if I needed insurance help. I smiled and said no, I’m fine, and he smiled and nodded like he knew I’d say that.

There was a big poster saying injectible estrogen is finally available again (some kind of corporate nonsense left thousands without E shots for nearly a year; I use patches, I was lucky). They have pronoun stickers for patients, and put their own pronouns on their ID badges. It’s a nice place, even when the pharmacy gets crowded. Some of us are regulars because we’re trans and are just having our health monitored as we transition. I look forward to my visits, usually, unless I have a migraine. But most people who come there do need medical help because they’re sick, like I did yesterday, and aren’t happy to have to be there.

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They said I could see Pat at 1 pm, so I went out to have lunch. I went to the first place I could find, a Le Pain Quotidien (Fr., “daily bread”). Usually I go into an LPQ for a cheese danish. This time I asked for chai and three mini-madeleines. I tried four times to get the young woman behind the counter to call me “ma’am,” but every time I tried, I just got this tilted-head non-response with silly-grin thing, really overdone, by way of a response, as if she not only couldn’t understand wtf I was saying, but was moreover momentarily rendered mute by it. “It’s ‘ma’am,’ actually.” Tilt, grin. “It’s ‘ma’am,’ not ‘sir.’” Tilt, grin.

So finally I directly told her, but she still acted like I was speaking Martian, unless I was ordering or paying for madeleines and chai, ffs. On reflection (I was eating madeleines, after all, and thinking about the past, there’s a Proust reference for French lit fans), I decided she was actually treating me as if I were stupid, and hoping I’d just go away.

I assume she must’ve had some personal reason which overrode all other considerations of courtesy and tact and required her to play dumb about transgender people. Like she’d never even seen one on tv. Which, I understand, has become more and more unlikely in recent years.

At least she stopped ‘sirring' me after the first four times. Which made it clear, on reflection, that she did hear me, and understood me, and knew exactly what I was and what I wanted. Yet she seemed physically unable to either use my proper honorific or explain why she wouldn’t or couldn’t. As if she’d never heard of such a thing. Even though I had long silver hair, was wearing earrings, two pendants, and a shoulder bag.

Which is sort of odd, really, because once they appeared every customer there looked queer, or at least were having lunch with someone queer. As my son said recently of a webcomic about college students, “Assume everyone is gay unless otherwise noted.” This is Chelsea after all, Ninth Avenue and West 16th. It’s where you live if you’re queer and rich.

I took my chai, mini-madeleines, and honorific and sat in the back. I began trying to use my phone’s keyboard to send Kathleen an update, and cursing at it, quietly, as is my wont. I had a migraine, and they come with a bad mood. At least it’s quiet in here, I thought. It was noon.

When I looked up again, there were flowers and condiments on the tables. People were streaming in and were being seated by a waiter. Suddenly the coffee joint turned into a charming little French resto with lots of vegetarian and lactose-free options. I had no idea this would happen, and it looked like they were going to let me finish my chai at my own pace.

But I asked for a menu anyway, on a hunch, and found what I wanted: a croque-monsieur on sourdough. It’s a French ham and cheese sandwich, more or less, toasted, and they served it with three kinds of mustard, one of them a lot like the mustard found on every single table in every café in Paris. I was so happy.

Soon I realized the people to my left were speaking French. The two on my right with MacBooks open were speaking German. There was a sharp corner I sat next to with no room for a table, so I had space to leave my coat and bags where they were on the bench. I wasn’t in anyone’s way.

Then I realized that, except for the one guy in the back with a laptop who looked like a wifi regular, everyone else had poured into this place at high noon. They were lunch regulars.

I was quite surprised. But the croque was great. And of course, I could afford it.

The others, one and all, looked like they could afford this and then some, if you know what I mean. They were there for the French food, and probably considered it a bargain; my croque was $12 plus tip, but it was worth it to me.

I overheard snippets of creativity-related convos, like, “so do you still want to dance?” (as in, do you still want to be a dancer?) They were all well-dressed. They all appeared to be cis. They all appeared to be white.

They mostly appeared to be male, too. I’m not very good at spotting transfolx who are trying to pass and are good at it, but I didn’t see anyone else in there who was overtly gender-variant.

They were all young, or nearly so, cute, fashionable, that sort of thing. I hate to generalize, but I looked around and, jeez Louise, I was surrounded by New York A-List types. People who keep summer houses at The Pines on Fire Island. This is not a world I’ve ever been part of.

Looking back now, it felt like the kind of place that, before transgender rights were added to the city anti-discrimination ordinance, would’ve turned away someone dressed like me, claiming that they were full, or that you needed a reservation, or would’ve made me leave once lunch started. I used to hear stories.

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And that’s how I accidentally got a close-up look at a self-selected sample of contemporary Chelsea. I felt scruffy, because I hadn’t shaved, and felt generally out of place . No one here had exotic haircuts or lots of tattoos, which tbph are the kind of queers I feel more comfortable around these days. I stopped arguing with my phone over whether “transfolx” is a word and focussed on eating my croque, trying the different mustards. Then I paid with my AmEx gold card and left.

When I got back to the clinic I paid more attention to who appeared to be in which socioeconomic classes, at least visibly, especially people waiting to get a prescription filled or have lab work done. Since it seemed to take the pharmacy a solid hour to put ten pills in a bottle and give them to me — I saw six or eight people called ahead of me, wtf? — I got a chance to consider this at length, pausing to check the time on my phone every three minutes.

By the time it was ready, the school rush had started back in Brooklyn. I was so sick I did something I try to never do: call a Lyft and take a car home from Manhattan. $28 plus tunnel toll = $36, I think. Sitting there in the lobby, fiddling with the pickup location, I realized I was edging back into that other world, the world of queer people who can afford shit like lunch at French restaurants, really nice clothes, and a whiff of attitude, and who take cabs everywhere. I can only afford lunch and cabs occasionally, but it’s still another world, the one I spend most of my time in.

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There’s a good chance that none of us would’ve been in that restaurant if there hadn’t been a Stonewall Riot 48 years ago, a gay liberation movement composed of scruffy argumentative activists who would’ve been horrified if you could go back in time and tell them that one result is prosperous queers eating lunch at a place like this. It looked like they were all members or aspired to membership of the most privileged classes in the NYC queer community, all creative types or professionals of some kind, either talking business or taking a break from it. This is Chelsea in 2017: Le Pain Q. is two blocks from Callen-Lorde, but it’s a world away.

It was cold as fuck outside, with high winds, which was my other excuse for calling a car. I watched it approach on the phone, then I left a clinic always full of patients who could never afford to call a car on the spur of the moment, no matter how sick they were, and who would probably never go to LPQ, even to buy a coffee and danish. I got in my little bit of wheeled privilege, paid with my thumbprint, and went back to Brooklyn.

#trans #gender #transgender #class privilege #queer community #migraine

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kivablog3 · 7 years

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Missing Kate

This needs a lot more work but by this version I’d gotten it to tell a story, and i wanted to post it to prove to everyone i’m alive and everything. The Center, of course, is the LGBTQ community center in New York. The rôle of Kate Bornstein is played by Kate Bornstein, and that of Dian Hanson by Dian Hanson. Everyone else, including me, is fictionalized.

I went to get coffee that Tuesday afternoon at The Center. At least I tried to get some coffee at The Center. I came in and checked out the socially-conscious and generally well-staffed caffeine bar in the lobby, looking for one of the bouncy baristas you usually see, but there simply was no one there.

This had never happened before. But voters were streaming in and out of the auditorium, since it was Primary Election Day and The Center’s aud was being used as a polling place. This may have quickly turned the normally peaceful coffee bar into a zoo of insufficiently caffeinated primary voters with jobs to get to, and perhaps the staff were at length forced to flee. Speculation is idle, but it’s fun. At any rate it seemed that for once, no one was in charge.

So I went on out back, deciding I could spend twenty minutes or so fiddling with my iPhone. But this evening, every freaking table in the Courtyard was taken up apart from one. So I sat down and rearranged oblong things in my new bag, started to rethink where to keep my phone. I had to be at Callen-Lorde in a half-hour, more or less. It was essential. But it wasn’t time yet, it was still 6ish.

I ran into Dee in the Courtyard at the Center, which wasn’t unusual, but this night, as it happened, Kate Bornstein was speaking there. That was unusual. At 7, Dee said. I was glad to see her up and about again. I’d seen the poster before for her talk, I was just thinking about something else and didn’t really absorb the message.

I love Kate. It’s wonderful that she’s beating the cancer and I’m proud that we helped her pay for her care when she needed us, those of us who could, in this insane system of “health care,” including my wife and me. I think of her as a mother-figure, the closest I have to one anyway. I would’ve given anything to see her that night. But me, I had to be at a doctor’s appointment seven blocks away at 6:40. It was impossible to do both, I was telling Dee in what I hoped was a light tone:

“Alas, no, no, I can’t come! I have an appointment at 6:40, I totally have to be there…I was just going to get some coffee, but the auditorium is open and people are going in and out, voting”—Dee nodded—“and there’s no one out front doing the coffee, and I can’t see Kate anyway, so I guess I’ll go.” I got up again to leave. I didn’t want to talk about Kate with Dee and then not get to actually see her. There were other places to go. “…No, yes, I know, I adore her, I really wish I could stay. I do love her. The only time I met her….”

And every head, it seemed, of every other individual in the Courtyard, as far as I could tell at least, they all turned ever-so-slightly at the same time.

Yikes. Suddenly, I realized, I was talking to everyone there. Everyone else in the courtyard was there to see Kate, the Mother of Us All, I think of her as. Other people have other mother-figures, she’s mine. She’s become revered, and why not? Reverence is due, IMHO. Why wouldn’t they be there to hear her speak?

But there’s something very anti-introverted about a very shy person realizing she has suddenly, unintentionally gotten the attention of maybe twenty or more people, every one of whom, I realized at that very moment, were there to see Kate. D’oh! And then here I come along, this funny-looking old trans lady dressed like a hippie, and casually say, “The only time I met her…” This is someone who’s met her?!?

I think I actually froze, I kind of looked around without moving my head, my eyes even, and said, I wished it was to myself only everyone could hear me: “Oh, god.” Then I pressed on.

I told an abbreviated account of my Kate story, from the time a few months after My Gender Workbook came out, it was 1998. A Different Light (the gay and lesbian bookstore, back when there was such a thing) had a monthly book club session, and this month’s meeting was about Kate’s new book. I was quite excited because they didn’t talk about transgender books often. Well, ever, or not until then at least, I think. They did Leslie Feinberg one month I think. I kept checking their little transgender niche, hoping for something new to turn up next to the crossdresser porn and the occasional zine. And she actually came, herself, when she saw it listed in the store’s newsletter. No one expected her, including Different Light, clearly, but there she was. She was curious to learn what we thought about the book, not to talk about it herself. And it was an incredibly interesting discussion, having her there with us.

She was utterly adorable. It was wonderful, just getting to talk with her afterwards: “You know, you don’t have to have the surgery,” she said at one point. It was 1998, and when transsexual women said “the surgery,” we had in mind a competent vaginoplasty. Beyond this most dared not yet dream; the important thing for a tryke was that the surgeons in Montréal apparently knew what a clit was for, understood the relationship between a penile shaft and a clitoral shaft and why all those nerve endings were there. This was quite unlike most of the surgeons around back then, who to various degrees were obsessed with vaginal depth and “vaginal orgasms” and that sort of thing, their phallocentric notion of a vagina. So when the time came, I’d go north. I liked the idea of Montréal anyway, surgery or no. “I know, other people have told me the very same thing,” I replied to my transsexual lesbian hero. “The problem for me is, everyone who tells me that, all of you, you’ve all already had the surgery….” “Okay,” she said, and laughed. “I see your point.” I think she even said something sympathetic, about understanding why I’d feel that way.

And she was right, of course. I didn’t have to have The Surgery™, and at least in New York having had it isn’t compulsory anymore, which is part of why I’m out again. It felt like the most important thing in the world, back then. I wish I could remember more of that afternoon. I wish I could see her again and just talk. Or just listen to her talk.

But I had to run that particular night, the night the Center was hosting the Primary Election as well as Kate, who really is now a living transgender legend, a living LGBTQIA legend, a real human being I had a brief conversation with once, long ago, which I can’t really remember but which I’ll never forget. Dee told me in the Courtyard that the book we’d discussed, My Gender Workbook, was the one that had helped her come out. I told her my Different Light book group story and then I said, “For me, it was just seeing her in OutWeek, in this interview in 1990, I went, ‘Oh, you mean I’m not the only one!’”

…I sensed confusion. Which wasn’t unusual; most of my weird, dry jokes made no sense to her, it seemed, she didn’t seem to care about politics in detail, and whenever the subject of lesbians came up (something that, almost always, happened because I’d included it in a convo somehow), she always looked at me rather startled, as if I’d just started to speak in French.

“You mean I’m not the only one.” I’d said it in a semi-ironic way, which is the only way people say it anymore. This is a phrase that has become a stereotypical description of that moment of self-realization for many queers, that you really are different but you’re not alone. What I’d just said could mean anything, so I pressed on: “The only trans lesbian, I mean.” Nothing. I thought, you know, Dee knew. Apparently I really was speaking in French. “She ID’d as lesbian at the time,” I said. I gestured ambiguously. Elle a une identité lesbienne aux temps. Dans les annees 90. Un autre siècle. (She had a lesbian identity at the time. In the 90s. A different century.)

My inner introvert finally seizes power: picture it, if you’ve seen it, something like in the movie Inside Out, where our hero, Riley, is 12, and she had five or six powerful new emotions struggling over the control panel. In my case, at this moment, Sheer Panic is now firmly in the driver’s seat.

I just wanted some coffee.

Interlude: On Hormones

Because I am undergoing my transitional hormone therapy, I am walking around with a system, body and brain both, that is going through puberty. I have the emotional energy and emotional stability of a 13-year-old, I said the first year.

Now, I’m more like 15, Kathleen said recently; but basically, because of my hormone therapy, I now enjoy the estrogen levels normally found in a pregnant woman — or an adolescent girl. I feel everything profoundly-intensely, like an adolescent girl, the kind who spends lots of time writing in her journal, and I get as hormonal as a pregnant woman. Everything is more vivid, every feeling is feelsier. And then without warning:

Scenario: Let’s say I just felt angry and not listened-to and frustrated at being criticized for doing something slightly wrong and I was just fed up, and I was ready to go off … and it turns out that’s “being hormonal.” I didn’t understand what was going on inside Kathleen, watching from the outside.

I’m still not sure what happens to me, on the inside. I discussed the topic a bit with my doctor, the wonder Dr. Eunmee Chun at Callen-Lorde, who finally got what I was after and said, laughing, “If you want a physiological cause, I can’t give you one.”

Ohhhh…. Got it. That would explain why I can’t find out what the hell it is or why it happens, in a meta sense. We don’t know.

Kathleen wins the Good Sport Award for 2017 and potentially for 2018 and 2019 for this sort of thing; she says that it’s just payback for when I had to endure her: going off randomly, vividly hormonal, when she was pregnant. By that measure, I have a ways to go yet, as we say Down Home.

I remember back then, when she was pregnant, learning—someone told me, and that this was vital—that the one thing you must never, ever say to the being-hormonal woman is, “You’re being hormonal, aren’t you?” or anything else that even remotely references it. Not if you have as much estrogen in you as I do. Kathleen maintains that saying that to a being-hormonal woman who then strangles you will still return a verdict of justifiable homicide in New York State.

Kathleen even has body language that reminds me of the way I once sat: chin in hand, just looking at her—because she wanted my undivided attention—and staying silent—because saying shit made it worse—and just kind of wondering, “What the holy fuck is she so worked up about? Did I do something wrong? What the hell is wrong?? Is anything wrong?”, etc.

So, when I feel an intense emotion, especially a sudden one, it’s like the way you felt emotions in 9th grade: really, really intensely. Embarrassment, isolation, awkwardness, humiliation, things that normally make you feel bad, they all feel absolutely deadly. You hate yourself. You feel the urge to hide in your bedroom and write in your journal and cry. You feel alone. That sort of thing.

#trans #lesbian #trans lesbian #gender #trans gender #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #gay women #trans lesbians #lesbians #outweek magazine #kate bornstein #callen-lorde #queer #queers #queer women

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fuckyeah-bioshockinfinite-blog · 10 years

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hi cirque and geeke. you've mentioned in the past that you guys are looking to work in the gaming industry and i was just wondering how you are going about that. i'd like to write storyboards for games but i'm unsure where to go. i mean, do you guys go to a video game specific school? what kind of courses did you take? i'd appreciate any advice you have! thanks and welcome back. :)

There are quite a few universities out there that offer game design programs, whether they are art schools specifically or not. Both Cirque and I attend Michigan State University, which is not an art school only, but does have an excellent game design program that for many years was among the top five ranked by The Princeton Review! Here’s another list and another of school rankings with a little more insight into what’s available from the schools too.

Those are both pretty good places to start (for non-North Americans, searching “top schools for video game design” with your location at the end should hopefully do the trick, unless you are capable of studying internationally!). I can’t imagine that programs vary too widely from school to school (other than art schools which would probably focus more on the art aspect of game design), so from there it’s totally up to you to research what school is the best option for you! Some important things to consider are how expensive the school is, the distance from home, of course whether the game design program offered is going to give you the education you need, etc. If you find a school you’re interested in, call them to ask questions about the school, and if possible actually schedule a tour to check it out in person. Here’s a list of some college resources for picking schools out, that might give you an idea of what to think about asking. The blog itself that those are from is pretty US-centric, but hopefully the resources themselves are helpful if you aren’t from the US!

-Geeke

I completely agree with Geeke. Also, when searching for schools, you may not see Game Design under a Major option, which in that case, check to see if the school offers a specialization in that area (like ours does!). Often times, you will have to major in something else, which will give you access to the specialization. Check out your options!

Also, remember that generally, just because you want to do one thing, such as storyboards, schools may have you learn a little of everything. At MSU, students can pick a primary focus, but they have to participate and learn all areas of designing a game. Also, don’t be alarmed if the option doesn’t open up right away. At our school, for example, you can’t enroll in specializations until your Junior year, even if those are going to be where your future job(s) will be focused.

There are a lot of options too and make sure you do as Geeke said, but try to just look for undergraduate programs first, since that will be what you are going for. Graduate programs come next and many employers may not even require that you get the extra schooling. For example, when Geeke and I were looking into schools, we thought about attending the Savannah College of Art and Design, a fantastic art school, but the thing was, SCAD rated much lower in undergraduate Video Game Design than MSU did. In graduate school rankings, SCAD ranks much higher for Video Game Design.

Just take your time and do a lot of research. Find all the options that work best for you. In fact, my step-cousin actually is a video game designer who didn’t attend college and simply learned everything he needed to on his own time. He later went on to help make Borderlands (though he has since moved onto another company).

What courses you end up taking will really depend on what is required by your school specifically. Ariel and I are taking art courses (plus we’ve taken the general education classes: math, science, and so on), because we have to to qualify for the video game program (well, that and we like art), but we did have another option to take math and computer programming courses.

There are tons of options for you out there and I highly recommend taking the time to research everything you can, like Geeke said. It’s well worth it and you may be surprised what schools can offer you. Don’t just go in thinking you only have one path because you have thousands and people will be there to help you choose what works best for you! Including us, if you ever need any advice. :)

Good luck!

- Cirque

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banghwa · 3 years

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Could you link me the stigma explanation another anon was talking about? I’m curious to see it

hey angel! the analysis i linked there was actually to one on the mama short film/mv, anon just brought it up bcs i went on a ramble a few months ago about hyperanalyzing stigma lmao. here's me and eunmee @/taehyungsoveralls talking about it briefly! buuuut i think i'll make a better more in depth post abt it soon bcs i have so many thoughts especially now that ive read demian..!

#thinking about tae/stigma and demian/cain...................anyway.......#💌#beatennbattered

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really-lame · 12 years

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please continue to make flight of the conchords gifs. they are wonderful.

Yes, this will be happening :) And thanks!

#eunmee

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asianartsblog · 10 months

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"The dinosaurs in my painting recall what was once the mightiest creatures on earth, reduced to extinction. They urge us to take better care of our planet or otherwise risk a similar fate - while reminding us that it is not too late."

--June Yun, artist

View Yun's work and art by 44 other artists in

Balanced (균형이 잡힌) 2023 Han-Mee Artists Association of Greater Washington, DC Annual Exhibition June 14 - July 15 Asian Arts Gallery, Center for the Arts, Towson University 1 Fine Arts Drive, Towson, MD 21204 Gallery Hours: Tuesday - Saturday, 11am- 4pm

Balancing each other’s differences and achieving synergy is important in both creative arts and our daily lives. However, attaining and sustaining a balanced life is difficult in a constantly changing world which requires us to constantly adapt to new conflicts, concerns, and environments. In particular, the unexpected COVID-19 global pandemic made worries about reality and an uncertain future a regular part of our daily lives and thoughts. Just like finding our direction amid a foggy reality, creative activities are like taking a long journey toward an unknown destination. Each of the works presented in this exhibition shows unique and inventive approaches to realizing balance and synergy.

Featured Artists:

Clare Jongim Chang * Yunkyoung Cho * Youn Ho Choi * Zechariah Choi * Hyun Chough * Eunmee Chung* Jillian Chung * Hyunsook Erickson* Jihee Hahn * Barbara Han * Mira Jung * Sunhee Kim Jung * Amy Kyungae Kim * Bo Kim * Bok Kim * Eunjeon Kim * Hyun Jung Kim * Irene Myounghee Kim * Jean Jinho Kim * Jinchul Kim * Jung Eun Kim * Myungsook Ryu Kim * Okji Kim * Sumita Kim * Tae Dong Kim-James* Wanjin Kim * Myoung Won Kwon * Eunyoung Leah Lee * Insook Lee * Sunjin Leaa Lee * Choung-Hee Lim * Jeong Sook Oh * Jinsoon Oh * Minsun Oh * Komelia Hongja Okim * Junghwa Kim Paik * Sookkyung Park * Donghyun Rhee* Sunmi Shin * In-soon Smeenk * SuLi * Serena Yeo * Jihee Yi * Sook You * June Yun

Image: A Message in a Bottle - LOVE by June Yun

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asianartsblog · 10 months

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"...colorful flower petals...represent the hope and dreams of childhood and help viewers remember and imagine forgotten memories through the celebration of flowers."

--Eunmee Chung artist

View Chung's work and art by 44 other artists in

Balanced (균형이 잡힌)

2023 Han-Mee Artists Association of Greater Washington, DC Annual Exhibition

June 14 - July 15

Asian Arts Gallery, Center for the Arts, Towson University

1 Fine Arts Drive, Towson, MD 21204

Gallery Hours: Tuesday - Saturday, 11am- 4pm

(Closed Tuesday, July 4)

Featured Artists:

Clare Jongim Chang * Yunkyoung Cho * Youn Ho Choi * Zechariah Choi * Hyun Chough * Eunmee Chung* Jillian Chung * Hyunsook Erickson* Jihee Hahn * Barbara Han * Mira Jung * Sunhee Kim Jung * Amy Kyungae Kim * Bo Kim * Bok Kim * Eunjeon Kim * Hyun Jung Kim * Irene Myounghee Kim * Jean Jinho Kim * Jinchul Kim * Jung Eun Kim * Myungsook Ryu Kim * Okji Kim * Sumita Kim * Tae Dong Kim-James* Wanjin Kim * Myoung Won Kwon * Eunyoung Leah Lee * Insook Lee * Sunjin Leaa Lee * Choung-Hee Lim * Jeong Sook Oh * Jinsoon Oh * Minsun Oh * Komelia Hongja Okim * Junghwa Kim Paik * Sookkyung Park * Donghyun Rhee* Sunmi Shin * In-soon Smeenk * SuLi * Serena Yeo * Jihee Yi* Sook You * June Yun

Image: Beo-Seon Story (Winter) by Eunmee Chung

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asianartsblog · 10 months

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"I want anyone standing in front of my Mirrorscape to dream and wish for their tomorrows!!!"--Komelia Hongja Okim, artist

View Okim's work and art by 44 other artists in Balanced (균형이 잡힌)

2023 Han-Mee Artists Association of Greater Washington, DC Annual Exhibition

June 14 - July 15

Asian Arts Gallery, Center for the Arts, Towson University

1 Fine Arts Drive, Towson, MD 21204

Gallery Hours: Tuesday - Saturday, 11am- 4pm

(Closed Tuesday, July 4)

Featured Artists:

Clare Jongim Chang * Yunkyoung Cho * Youn Ho Choi *Zechariah Choi * Hyun Chough * Eunmee Chung* Jillian Chung * Hyunsook Erickson* Jihee Hahn * Barbara Han * Mira Jung * Sunhee Kim Jung * Amy Kyungae Kim * Bo Kim * Bok Kim * Eunjeon Kim * Hyun Jung Kim * Irene Myounghee Kim * Jean Jinho Kim * Jinchul Kim * Jung Eun Kim * Myungsook Ryu Kim* Okji Kim * Sumita Kim * Tae Dong Kim-James* Wanjin Kim * Myoung Won Kwon * Eunyoung Leah Lee * Insook Lee * Sunjin Leaa Lee * Choung-Hee Lim * Jeong Sook Oh * Jinsoon Oh * Minsun Oh * Komelia Hongja Okim * Junghwa Kim Paik Sookkyung Park * Donghyun Rhee* Sunmi Shin * In-soon Smeenk * SuLi * Serena Yeo * Jihee Yi* Sook You * June Yun

Image:Conversations in a Green Forest by Komelia Hongja Okim

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asianartsblog · 11 months

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Balanced (균형이 잡힌) 2023 Han-Mee Artists Association of Greater Washington, DC Annual Exhibition June 14 - July 15 Opening Reception: Wednesday, June 14, 5pm Asian Arts Gallery, Center for the Arts, Towson University 1 Fine Arts Drive, Towson, MD 21204 Gallery Hours: Tuesday - Saturday, 11am- 4pm (Closed Tuesday, July 4)

Featured Artists:

Clare Jongim Chang * Yunkyoung Cho * Youn Ho Choi * Zechariah Choi * Hyun Chough * Eunmee Chung* Jillian Chung * Hyunsook Erickson* Jihee Hahn * Barbara Han * Mira Jung * Sunhee Kim Jung * Amy Kyungae Kim * Bo Kim * Bok Kim * Eunjeon Kim * Hyun Jung Kim * Irene Myounghee Kim * Jean Jinho Kim * Jinchul Kim * Jung Eun Kim * Myungsook Ryu Kim * Okji Kim * Sumita Kim * Tae Dong Kim-James* Wanjin Kim * Myoung Won Kwon * Eunyoung Leah Lee * Insook Lee * Sunjin Leaa Lee * Choung-Hee Lim * Jeong Sook Oh * Jinsoon Oh * Minsun Oh * Komelia Hongja Okim * Junghwa Kim Paik * Sookkyung Park * Donghyun Rhee* Sunmi Shin * In-soon Smeenk * SuLi * Serena Yeo * Jihee Yi* Sook You * June Yun

Images clockwise: Summer Prelude 2 by Jung Eun Kim, Earth and My Life II (Yellow) by Jeong Sook Oh, Rebirth by Wanjin Kim, A Message in a Bottle - LOVE by June Yun.

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