The second day of My Portfolio week!
Today is the second day of My Portfolio Day. The theme is about internal energy.
My flower shop is a place that doesn't sell real flowers but ones on paper. If you don't throw my flowers away on purpose, they won't wither instead and stay with you for a long time. My painting flower will retain many feelings and power compared to no energy anymore when the natural flower shrinks.
At the Jeju 4.3(Jeju uprising) incident, my father was eight years old. My grandfather was the principal of the elementary school in Jeju. On the 4.3th, 1948, armed men from the South Korean Labor Party gathered people from schools, city halls, and houses in one place and shot them. At the time, my grandfather passed away. Before he went to paradise, he held my father's little hand tightly and cried. In April, Jeju Island is a beautiful season when the camellia flowers blossom colorful and red. But the camellias of that days flew over and covered the blood of many innocent citizens who were executed for ideology.
One day, I wanted to capture the Hope that this little bird conveyed. With the most Korean colors, I drew it with only
When I was in Korea, I was taught that I must always be the same style as my affiliated group. Maybe that's why I felt freedom when I saw the colorfully various mailboxes on the streets of America. The diversity of life gives me tremendous freedom and broadens my view of the world.
It is a picture I drew after waking up from a dream in the morning. One day in my dream, I saw a baby horse running. It was a bright sunny day, but I could hear the thunder far away as if it seemed to start a storm. I was looking somewhere through a window. Surprisingly, I discovered a beautiful rainbow in the sky. In the blink of an eye, the rainbow was set like a jewel on the back of a calf running. At that moment, my heart was filled with hope, escaping from the anxiety brought by the thunder.
At night, the bustling noises of the world disappear promptly, and only then can you entirely focus on yourself. Ironically, the truth is that the self that is wholly felt without all the trophies or accessories in the world is the true ego. Perhaps the loneliness and emptiness
Myungja Anna Koh