One morning, this happened.
In April, I had the privilege of being a part of a virtual panel with cartoonist Ebony Flowers where we shared our works in progress and got to talk about the cartoonist craft with graphic prose creator, Marcel Walker. The panel entitled “Drawing from Home” was presented by the Center for African American Poetry &Continue reading “Drawing from Home”
Happy Spring, friends! Join me and Brooklyn-based cartoonist Rumi Hara in a virtual conversation as we celebrate the release of her new book, The Peanutbutter Sisters and Other American Stories. Thursday, May 27, 20229:00 AM PT/12:00 PM ETZoom eventRSVP today
Drawn and Quarterly has shared a glimpse of what I’ve been working on. It’s my upcoming book, The Man in the McIntosh Suit, which follows the exploits of Bobot Juañez, a Filipino immigrant whose search for his long-lost wife brings him to the Filipino community of San Francisco’s Manilatown. Set at the end of theContinue reading “Sneak Peek: The Man in the McIntosh Suit”
Excited to share the news that I was invited to write the foreword for Marvel’s Voices: Identity #1, the latest issue from the exciting, ground-breaking series, showcasing the talents of Asian American and Pacific Islander writers and artists, and telling heartfelt stories of Asian Pacific Islander superheroes in the Marvel universe! I’m so honored toContinue reading “Marvel’s Voices: Identity #1”
Let’s reminisce about the times you had to act as a proxy for your parents whenever they couldn’t attend all those Filipino family events. Originally published in Whirlwind Wonderland.
Just a lil’ comic about growing up Filipino in the Burgh.
Sometimes it’s funny when you’re so busy working on something, and later on you forget you ever made it. I don’t even remember drawing this, but I love being able to read it again. (Page from Blame This on the Boogie.)
For Filipino American History Month, here is an old comic about a trip back to my parents’ hometown in the Philippines. We traveled for the funeral of my Lolo whose journey to the United States in the 1930s led to my family’s American experience and forged an eternal connection with a town a thousand milesContinue reading “Lapog”
It’s been four months now and I’m actually satiated with just being able to breathe, but I still want my mom’s caldereta.