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Love Takes Root in the Broken Places
Selected artwork for One Love Art DAO's Visible Violets Vol. 2. She did not grow whole. She grew through - gold tracing every fracture...
Cracked Obedience
Selected artwork for Beeple Studios x Shephard Fairey - "Obey and Resist" community artist showcase, exhibited at Beeple Studios.
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Porcelain Palimpsest
Selected artwork for "Code and Canvas" displayed IRL at Lovable Vibe Coding Masterclass - hosted by Webbie Social in partnership and One...
When You Are Unable To Speak
For most of my life, I wore my composure like porcelain - smooth, pale, intact. Nobody saw the fractures running underneath. Autism...
The Unraveling
Selected artwork for "INFINITE_LOOP" - displayed IRL at NODE, Palo Alto on the community showcase wall of Beeple Studio's exhibition.
Patience Study No. 7
"The Veiled Cathedral" series - Everyone around her is late for something. She is early for something that hasn't been invented yet. The...
First Cartography of the Invisible
"The Veiled Cathedral" series - She is three years old and already mapping the threads that connect her to things she cannot name. The...
The Librarian's Last Dream
"The Veiled Cathedral" series - A child builds a cathedral from blankets in a cathedral of books. The threads climbing toward the light...
What the Hands Remember
"The Veiled Cathedral" series - Every bond she ever held left filament behind. She has stopped trying to untangle them. Now she studies...
Last Employee of the Frost Department
"The Veiled Cathedral" series - She still files reports. The monitors receive them the way graves receive flowers — with great stillness...
Dinner for Everyone Who Promised
"The Veiled Cathedral" series - Six place settings. Seven chairs. Promises that arrived as silence. The wallpaper watches with borrowed...
Archive, Shallow water
Selected artwork for "CryptoCore" - during Consensus 2026 in Miami, FL - by One Love Art DAO x NFTCLT x MetaSill x Webbie Social...
Scrolling Through the Permanent
We are all alone in the liminal space of creation, some of our images will stay with us until the end, some are disappear like tears in the...
어머니
There are some things in life that are inevitable. This is one of them for all of us. My mother and I were always like sisters. She lived...
여우구슬 키스
She wore the dynasty's finest silk to her own autopsy. Each tail is a confession made in a different substance. The jade in her mouth is...
씻김굿
Pour slowly. Where the ink touches, she remembers what she is made of. Where it falls, the land remembers her.
달항아리 - Two Halves
A dal hangari (moon jar) is made from two imperfect halves fired together. So is she. The gold between them is not decoration - it is...
Udan
In pansori, the voice must break before it can truly sing. Hers shattered into rain. What pooled beneath her feet was not water but...
Han (恨)
어머니's hands look like this now. Small, still, folded. Han is not loud. It sits with you in a hospital room and holds what words cannot. We...
On The Top of the World
That's where we are.
Hwarang - Bloom and Steel
A body built for war. Flowers growing where the armor cracked open.
원화 - Wonhwa
The men behind her are not her army. They are her replacement. She stands in gold. They dissolve in ink. History chose the copies.
날개옷 - Nalgae-ot
A garment of flight is not a garment. It is an organ. The woodcutter didn't steal a robe. He stole the sky from her bones. This is...
Within - without
Life with you is a rollercoaster… I can’t love you any more than this. I already can’t love you any more. When the heavenly maiden rises...
The Ledger of Broken Threads
The scroll whispered names, and the silver thread tightened. Bound by cosmic law, the masked envoy led the silent processing across the...
접신 - Jeopshin
The moment a mudang stops being herself. In Korean shamanic ritual, jeopshin (접신) is the instant the ancestor spirit enters the body...
약속은 지켜야죠
A deeply personal exploration about existence and connections - and of course the promises we have made. #ELSEWHERE
타오르는 묵
A mechanical hand swings the burning cage of tradition. Burning embers ignite the terraced fields below, turning the ritual of 쥐불놀이 into a...
The Empress's Living Garden
The ritual bride stood frozen, her porcelain chest housing an eternal valley. From her silken robes, a wild ink-mist bled into the sky...