After spending most of my life in Seoul, South Korea, I arrived in New Mexico in 2017.
The sky was wider than I had ever known.
The silence carried feelings I couldn’t say.
But I felt the need to speak with my hands.
In Korea, I had worked in the game industry since 2013, where images had answers.
But I began to drift toward something quieter.
Something that didn’t need to resolve.
I bought gouache for the first time.
(Then I turned to acrylics, seeking a clearer, brighter expression.)
I began to paint, slowly and quietly.
At some point, the moon I had been carrying inside me appeared.
Maybe this painting isn’t a statement.
Maybe it’s a pause.
A reply for those standing at the edge of something unknown.
And for the part of myself still standing there.
The first painting after my decision.