I make (often mischievous) gifts for people around me. It is a compulsive behaviour. I showed a collection of them in a solo exhibition called GIFTED by an ARTIST in 2009, and have recorded details of them in a blog, The Cannibalist, until 2013.
For Kate, who taught a truly eye-opening class on film adaptations (including comics)
For Joe, who was having a creativity block
For Andrey, who has a degree in philosophy. He has several hourglasses in his possession, and one day, he had an epiphany that putting them sideways "stops time." I had an hourglass custom-made with spherical edges, so it can only stand horizontally.
For movie night with Ravi, who agreed to watch Star Wars with me for the first time. Star Wars lunch box, glow sticks, meme of Maury saying "You Are the Father," popcorn, "Han" Solo red cup and other goodies.
An elevator full of poppy-seed-like balloons and a thumbtack for Gibson, who had been rejected by a medical trial (and a very much anticipated pay check) because of some few grains of poppy seeds in his system
A "postcahd" for Alp who got buzzed into his friend's building by answering the intercom as the "postmahn."
For Chris, who was struggling to peel his first orange ever. ("What black magic is this?") With this photo, I said, "Shh, it's hatching."
For Drew, who regularly calls me out on my Asian-ness and have let me crash at his place during my visit to Pittsburgh