Print available on Fine Art America.
Towards the late summer in Korea, I was preparing to leave mentally and physically. A lot of things weighed heavily on my mind, and this was one of the products of that weight. I couldn’t quite remember what it was like to live in my home country, and I couldn’t quite remember whether it was a good or bad feeling–but I knew that there were, indeed, good things that I missed. So I wrote/drew this piece.
The text reads:
“There are cities in my head,
made up of things I can’t say
Things I can’t feel,
sewn into my clothing
Things I forgot how to think,
floating around in silence…”
Towards the late summer in Korea, I was preparing to leave mentally and physically. A lot of things weighed heavily on my mind, and this was one of the products of that weight. I couldn’t quite remember what it was like to live in my home country, and I couldn’t quite remember whether it was a good or bad feeling–but I knew that there were, indeed, good things that I missed. So I wrote/drew this piece. The text reads:
“There are cities in my head,
made up of things I can’t say
Things I can’t feel,
sewn into my clothing
Things I forgot how to think,
floating around in silence…”
