As I drink my tea, the horses remain still, and unspoken words quietly sink deep into my heart. From the tea leaves that no longer steep, a faint scent of barley tea rises, while from the brush's tip, soft hues and the essence of the tea gently spread. It’s both a dream from long ago and the reality beneath my feet in this very moment. I draw a child curled up, waiting - not with uncertainty, but with a quietude. With a small, steadfast dream within him, he prays, wishing that every moment of life could be as simple as a tea ritual, and I paint the posture of waiting.
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Education at Chosun University
Exhibition coming soon in July