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So it's been nearly three months since my last post. Sorry. I've been busy with a lot of fun and interesting projects, but that's not the real reason I haven't been posting.


I went through another depressive/low state that I struggled to shake for a couple months. Things were and are, going well with the art business, but the fixation on only one aspect of my life has proven to be insufficient in producing happiness.


I know I've written about balance, and strategies for success and all that stuff, but the reality is that things still get weird inside my brain. And I go through these cycles of highs and lows, and it happened way sooner than I imagined it would. Two low emotional states in a 6-7 month time period.


I'm happy to share that I've started exercising again, and that's really been helpful. It's strange that the best medicine for me is always the hard thing. I don't take any anti-depressants, or pills to solve my problems. I'm adamant about cultivating happiness through natural means, and balance. Way easier said than done.


So aside from feeling down for no apparent reason, what else did I do for the past three months? Here are some of the highlights:



I painted this mural at York in Ann Arbor.



I collaborated with Joori Jung and ArtLab J for a dance performance that was part of the DIA's APA heritage month programing.



And through the Disparate show, I was able to raise over $10,000 for hateisavirus.org!


Pretty crazy right?


I'm gonna send an email out after this with a big announcement, but I wanted to catch you all up. I hope to make blogging a more regular part of my life again and create the balance in work and life that I've always dreamed about.


<3


It's becoming a lot more clear what the "first phase of depression" is (for me anyways). It's a feeling I have so often, that it's normal, but doesn't feel normal. The inexplicable sadness I feel is loneliness.


I've moved a lot. I've made friends, and lost friends, and during my adult life, I move at least once a year. I'm not gonna get into all the back and forth of where I've moved to and why, 'cause I want to simply focus on the feeling I haven't been able to put my finger on, but have felt for my whole life.


This year has been crazy, starting off with the Capitol riot and insurrection, and heartbreaking with the recent news of 6 Asian-American women being killed by a white man who was "having a bad day". It's been really hard to process the reality that America we live in today is designed for white people. Every branch of our government seems to serve white people and their needs, while discounting the suppressed needs of people of color.


Knowing, without a doubt that the country you live in doesn't care about you as an Asian, is difficult. I think what makes it so difficult is that Asians and minorities in general, have to help white people understand their pain, struggles, and injustices. Because we were raised believing America is a melting pot and all that jazz, it's easy for minorities to blame white people for being racist, and demanding that they do more.


I agree with all the efforts to raise awareness but I feel demanding change won't really solve the problem. Yes, we may get some laws made, or have some public wins, but will that change the way "racist" white people feel about people of color? No. They won't.


It's why Trump had so many followers. They only see America through their caucasian eyes. They only see their needs, and feel their rights are being stripped away from them. So while I think in an ideal world it would be great to simply say, "hey everyone, can you please respect black and brown people? Treat them as you would a white person." and things would be wonderful. But that's not realistic.


Telling someone to change is not going to make them change. The harder work must be done of educating and helping white people develop some sort of empathy towards people of color. Instead of telling white people "if you like our food, then you need to like us.". This may be a terribly unpopular idea, but Asian people, what are you doing to help white people like you?


Again, I know "we shouldn't have to do that", but I want to be effective instead of should woulda coulda. If asking, telling, or demanding that people change doesn't bring about change, then we need to do more and do better. Look at the black community. They've been demanding change for decades. "Asian hate" may not go away in our lifetimes.


I think the best way to "fight racism" is to educate kids from elementary school through college with "diversity training" as they call it in the corporate world. This work to learn about our differences is an on going skill that isn't developed well enough when we are young. So when we are older and asked to do this work, we resist. That's natural. Expecting an adult to flip 180 on something they learned over decades is irrational.


Media is the second pillar that can exponentially influence the way we feel about different cultures. We look at the world through the things we learn on TV and the Internet. "Cool" has been things that are white for so many years. How do we make brown cool? or yellow? or black? This compelling storytelling (aka marketing) needs to be more colorful and diverse, and that's starting to happen.


Steven Yeun made history as the first Asian American to be nominated for a Best Actor award this year at the Oscars. We need more of this. A lot more.


...This post was supposed to be about being alone.


Well, all of this writing so far starts to illustrate the complexity of being Asian in America and the path forward so we don't feel alone.


I believe I struggle with chronic depression because of my feelings of constantly being alone. As a Korean-American living in Detroit, I make up 0.02% of the population. Detroit's population is 674,841. So, that means there are 135 Koreans who live in a space large enough to fit Manhattan, San Francisco, and Boston without overlap.


When I lived in Stevensville, MI during middle school and freshman year of high school, I was one of maybe 5 Asians. Koreans make up 0.31% of the population while white people make up 95.47%. So there are 29 Koreans who live there which I'm sure is a higher number than when I lived there over 20 years ago.


When I went to Korea to visit for the first time, I was not accepted because of my tattoos, and was looked down upon because I looked like them but couldn't speak Korean. I was an embarrassment.


So no matter where I go, I have no home. I have no sense of belonging. Neither culture accepts me. This is the impetus for my first public solo show, "Gyopo" which will be announced publicly in May.


It's been hard to think about the content of the show. It's not a commercially viable show, because I'll be exhibiting works about my Korean-American experience in a rural caucasian community. But it's really important for me to finally stand up and be proud of who I am.


The sense of feeling alone will not go away until I can love myself without anyone else's approval. And even then, maybe it won't go away until I find someone who loves me for me. But I don't want to wait for or chase that. I have too much work to do to understand myself and develop self confidence before looking for external love.


I will continue to be alone, and feel sad because I'm alone, but I want to work extra hard to not slip into depression because of those feelings. It's easy to overeat (which I'm doing) and drink or smoke to numb the pain. Those things always bring comfort to my feeling of being alone. But they're not solutions. They're reactionary, like telling white people to stop Asian hate.


I don't want to live that way. I will work to change myself for the better over time instead of asking for a quick fix.



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