Acrylic on board.
Ink on White Bristol.
Shown at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette student’s exhibition April 2012.
Ink on White Bristol.
Shown at the University of New Orleans student’s exhibition April 2011.
Shown at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette student’s exhibition April 2012.
Ink on White Bristol.
Shown at the University of New Orleans student’s exhibition April 2011.
Shown at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette student’s exhibition April 2012.
Charcoal on Black Watercolor Paper.
Won Judges Award for Exceptional Achievement and exhibited at the University of New Orleans student’s exhibition April 2011.
Acrylic on paper.
Acrylic on paper.
Acrylic on paper.
Acrylic on paper.
Acrylic on paper.
Acrylic on paper.
Acrylic on Mixed Media Paper.
Acrylic on Mixed Media Paper.
Acrylic on Bristol.
*Meant to be viewed in rotation as there is not a right side up or down.
Acrylic on Bristol.
*Meant to be viewed in rotation as there is not a right side up or down.
Dream: 02/07/2022
I dreamt I was in a graveyard, the sky covered in gray clouded gloom. I gazed upon a large crowd all dressed in black leaving. Within a blink, many in white leaving as well. Before them, stood 전정국, dressed also in black, staring in my direction. When realizing, l turned to what was behind me. There a deep trench snaked across the yard, as if it divided this area from the slightly wooded side. Gliding past the graves was 김석진. Curious to what he was doing, I traveled over to his side and followed him.
Continuation of Dream: 02/07/2022
I followed 김석진 alongside the trench as it snaked into a large crescent shape around the graveyard, reminiscent to me of the Han River near Gangnam. Making our way through the freshly dug, headstone-less mass of graves. There were so many, I could not count them. 김석진 stopped to the head of one grave as I stood alongside the grave. As I knelt to touch it, I thought the word “mother.” I stood up to someone coming up with hurry, I did not look at her, though I thought the word “sister.” A man following somewhat behind, a man in a suit, but I didn’t see his face. Then I saw a ceiling with a small skylight. Outside, a deep cerulean sky and white clouds going by. The bright sun giving the ceiling a yellow hue as I heard a woman speak. I didn’t know the exact words (it was foreign) the jist of it was words of encouragement, like “everything will get better.” With that, I woke up.