A Han-Made Tale
Han (N.) /ΛhΓ€n/
-- A Korean word with no clean English equivalent. A collective sorrow, generational grief, and simmering rage born of displacement, war, and unhealed wounds. Less an emotion than an ethereal echo: a knot in the throat, a fire in the marrow, a phantom thread that ties families together.
An heir to the loom
To inherit Han is to carry an artful ache: ambition woven from grief, fibers spun and stabbed from loss, stitches pulled from silence. Itβs always been in me, my mom, and my grandma.
Passed from my grandmother to my mother to me. It shows up every day in my art, disobedience, and compulsion to make you laugh.
This is our story β
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My Grandma
My grandma carried her crafts (and craftiness) to the US in the 1950s: custom embroidered bedsheets, hand-sewn clothes, a fierce love of fun, and an unforgettable laugh.
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My Mom
A single mother to mine in New England, she showed her how to stitch fabric and family together, piecing together a life from scraps β to loudly make it her own way.
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Then Me
My mom passed those hands to me, granting free rein to cut, draw, stab, and sew wherever my whims and limbs whisked me. I've been making a mess ever since.
We're not your grandma's craft kits (they're my motherfking grandma's).
Make a meaningful mess
From the OG matriarch who saw the Hiroshima bomb drop to the atomic bond I share with my daughter now: the thread is taut.
Han-made 'til I die (and thereafter). If youβre reading this, youβve got it in you, too.
Learn how this art is raising hell, and how you can help.
WTF is BaconAstro?
A Pet Project
Bacon was a comet: short orbit, bright burn, dove headfirst into an entire salad in one sitting like it was her Last Supper, then vanished into the tide with a midnight burial on a beach with waves as pallbearers.
Astro was the opposite: a glitch in the matrix who refused to exit when the program said expire: six long years, stubborn starstuff in a fur suit and officially buried in Texas. But in my head, she just unzipped the host body, ditched gravity, and beamed herself back to her home planet.
Uncage your astral creativity and get stabbing β
