Under the Italian Skies
Many summers ago, thanks to my sister Wonmi, who lives in Bologna, I had the great fortune of living in that enchanting medieval city. I had a small rooftop studio where I unpacked my brushes with quiet excitement. I eagerly copied masterworks, beautiful frescos that filled the city.
These frescos, their subtle faded colors weathered by centuries of time, represented to me our own temporal and broken lives, which, like them, can only be seen and understood in the light of mysteries and questions.