Since I was born in Sajik-dong, Jongno-gu, right in the middle of Seoul, compared to my contemporaries, I know far less about the nature / countryside of Korea which had still remained then. I woke up to the reality of Korea a bit earlier because I heard my parents slander Jung-hee Park, the dictator and former president of Korea. Although I didn't do anything I had nightmares of being tortured in high school, and when the Gwangju Uprising - according to the name they called it back then, now known as Gwangju massacre - broke out, I was plagued by self-pity after realizing that there was nothing I could do socially. However, like most boys around that age were, I wasn't always like that. I clung to art, I protested that I won't go to college, and then decided to go to college because I had no other options. Then, because I couldn't decide how I'm going to make a living, in order to earn some time to make such decision, I chose to major in design which looked relatively more practical and light.

Self-Portrait