This is a surrealism peace that represents the hardships and obstacles i face. Depicted is me and several vultures either attacking me or entrapped in cages. The ones in cages represent the issues i have under control while the others are pecking away at me. My emotionless face represents my need to be seen as fearless and unphased.

Our piece is of a lot of Yellow Men. We chose random words and then and we distributed the words among ourselves randomly. To us, the Yellow Man is somewhat of a compulsion. Yellow Man, to us, is liberation. The origins of this is found in out first drawing of him, years ago. He was something you drew quick and dirty to annoy, and from those origins, he has escaped the bound of logic. To be a Yellow Man drawing, it was not determined by specific detail but by feeling: sharp harsh lines, disproportioned bodies, absurd corners were rule. We deconstructed what a Yellow Man was and by doing so elevated him beyond reason. Everything could be a Yellow Man, a giraffe, car, ruler, tooth, tongue, foot, screw, on and on. Truly exemplified in our piece, he can anything and he is everything.

My inspiration for this piece was the skeleton flower and roses.

This artwork was created as an assignment in my Graphic Design class. To create this piece, I had to outline six different shades of gray, a tedious process that took many hours to complete. Separating the shades of gray as well as putting good outlines took many hours to complete, but the end result was worth it. After outlining the different shades of gray, I filled them all in, working out adjustments and the stacking of layers as I did so. After picking a background color I was finished! It was an enjoyable, though tedious, process to go through and I learned a lot about Graphic Design through this process.

This piece holds many different meanings to me. It is mainly about the love I hold for my dad and the love I have for the way he views the world. My dad has dyslexia, mainly when someone hears that they will think of it being harder to read or to write, nobody thinks about the benefits. Being dyslexic for my dad is more about the way it opens his mind, while yes he may think differently than most and it may not be the most helpful in a standard class, he gets to look at things differently. He gets to see, enjoy, explore, and experience the world in an entirely different way than anyone would expect. While all of these things could be said about anyone because realistically everyone had their own way of seeing, what made this part of my dad so important to me is that he presented dyslexia like this to me my whole life. He made it so much easier for me to accept the fact that I was dyslexic as well and hold it like it was a gift. My dad has used his way of seeing to change my way of seeing into loving myself a little bit more. So for this piece I drew the eyes of my dad, I drew his way of seeing.

We as individuals have responsibility for certain issues or problems that need to be resolved or you wish you could. Sometimes the amount of resources available at hand such as time or an individual’s energy can be limited and lead to us having a voice in our mind telling us that we aren’t capable. Hence, making it more tough for us to face the issue as it can be from our perspective as burdensome or tiring. As many of us have felt overwhelmed by stress, eventually it can be too hard to manage. For me personally, I find stress to be difficult to cope with and it ultimately leads to what I can only describe as a feeling of numbness where you feel neither negative or positive emotions. It just doesn’t affect you anymore. Which leads to the loss of your goals for the future and your sources of motivation as it gets harder to care which explains the drawing of flowers in black and white. This numbness creates this mental action of questioning ourselves. I wanted to depict it through art as even as you attempt to find and mimic any emotions to grasp & feel, it’s not easy due to everything else being empty and black. But as the stress lifts up due to circumstances, specks of color–as seen in the small blue & orange mini flowers and the colored butterfly–start to brighten your view. Leading to loss of the feeling of numbness.

This is a short film I made to express what looking for inspiration when feeling artblocked felt like. I tried to explore as many different mediums as I could, to give the piece a more explorational feel.

This book (and it's accompanying transliteration text) show the American and French Revolutions side by side, to compare each countries battle for freedom. Each panel is hand drawn, and represents a significant part of the countries fight. The accompanying text adds details and explanation to the pictures, and we're written by the illustrator of the main book. The books are hand sewn, and each illustrated panel corresponds to a written description in the text edition. They were made over the course of ~50 estimated hours, for a school world history assignment.

When I was given the chance in art class to do this, I immediately thought of drawing the 1967 Chevy Impala. I absolutely love and adore this car and the show, Supernatural, that it is driven in. This car means everything to me and being able to draw it and color it for an art competition.

This map depicts the Bay Area's public transportation network in an alternate reality 2023, which mostly fossilizes the old streetcar systems as they existed in the 1940s. It is to-scale, and cross-referenced with several historical sources and maps, synthesizing the electric traction of the Key System, Market Street Railway, SFMTA, Sacramento Northern, Northwestern Pacific, and Southern Pacific into something coherent and at least a little conceivable in the modern world with only three new rights of way. It isn’t an exercise in creating a better future, but instead a thought experiment reflecting on the past: how far can old-school streetcars really go in an urban environment with severe capacity constraints? How can the capacity of that old infrastructure be improved, without changing its at-grade character? Is there a universe in which street-running interurbans and ferry-train commuter exchanges can be practical? This method of providing transit requires deprioritizing auto traffic -- what kind of society is created by going maximally down this path?

Strawberry Moon is a 4’ by 6’ digital realism piece of bright red strawberries. The title of this piece comes from a term used by many indigenous tribes and agronomists to label the full moon in June. Strawberry Moon describes the short season of strawberries, a fruit associated with youth, summer, and sweetness. I depicted such qualities by using techniques of underpainting and complex shading for a bright and fresh appearance.

The artwork was inspired by my love of the ocean, coupled with the fiery colors of the mission district of where I spent most of my life in.

This piece is a dipiction how our society now always reaches for their desires. These desires turn into greed, and relationships falling apart due to this selfishness we as a society have. These hands reaching out represent all of our greed. We reach out for something that seems so clear and perfect; something that shines in the light and creates colors. We reach for what we see as perfect, and we fight one another to obtain this “perfection”.

I approached this project with the word "metamorphosis" in mind. From there, I made a list of words that reminded me of metamorphosis. Words like smush, squeeze, and change all stuck out to me, so I used those words to do some research for inspiration on where to start. One of the artists I came across was Johnson Tsang, who ended up being a big visual inspiration for my piece. His work helped me think about metamorphosis of the body, specifically the face. I was very interested in his work with relief sculptures, and wanted to challenge myself to go further and create something in full 3D. I had never worked with clay before, so this project was a time to experiment with all kinds of different techniques; I learned to create folds and creases in the skin, and had a strong focus on creating a look of a smushed and squeezed face. During my process, I thought specifically about the culture around wanting to change your face based on societal pressures to have the “perfect” look. I thought about personally wanting control over the shape and look of your face, as well as a societal control over your face and its “metamorphosis”. I liked squeeze and smush as words of metamorphosis because they relate to this idea of pinching and poking at your face to create “perfect”. I wanted my final piece to look slightly bumpy and rough to create a more realistic representation of human skin.

Schulhoff composed this piece in 1923. Each movement is inspired by a folk tune. We performed this piece 100 years since it was composed, in 2023. Performed at Caroline H. Hulme Concert Hall at SFCM.

This piece is special to me because it has been a work in progress for quite a while now. I really have a love hate relationship with it, because I like it's simplicity but it took me so long to finish I'm a little sick of it to be honest! My process started with a red background and then I began adding shapes and layers on top of that. I like how the subject matter is very old and classic but the bright red brings a modern twist to it.

I started doing visual art around twelve years old, but started to take it more serious as I learned more about my mental health. I use art to express feelings that are sometimes hard to feel like anger or sadness. I also use my visual art as an extension of my political views and exploring how African people can be dedicated in fine arts.. I believe that my art can inspire social and political change. Most of the art that I create is based around African subjects, as an appreciation of African features that aren't highlighted in a lot of popular art that are based in eurocentric features.

Pumpkins are the best this time of year

This was one of my first times drawing a semi-realistic drawing with real subjects. After finishing it, it's safe to say I'm very proud of it, hence the title. However, that isn't the only thing that pride ties into - I'm proud of my friends (the subjects of the drawing) and that I was able to meet them at the start of high school, I'm proud of my artistic style, and I'm proud of being a young Vietnamese woman in this society. The vibrant depiction of friendship has feminist undertones told through my color choice and the different symbols in the background. In essence, the drawing celebrates the diversity and empowerment found in the bonds of love and support shared among friends.

My playing card started off as a self portrait. I used different materials to evaluate my identity. I wanted to express how there's still parts of my identity that are uncertain.