Incubation
Mostly, my ideas and materials came from my closet where countless boxes live. I open the closet doors. I grab a flashlight and flash it toward boxes. Labeled boxes are stacked neatly against the wall. I start reading labels on each box. Sooner or later, I realize my labeling system is ineffective to navigate what is inside. I always enjoy the moment of not knowing. The state of not knowing or engaging with the unknown is an important aspect of my creative process. I randomly pick up a box and dig into it. There is variety of things triggers to my memory; old photos, things I bought when I just moved to the United States and things I always hold on to, but need to throw away. Once I find a material that makes me fully immersed in a flurry of vivid memories, I go down to my desk. Turn on the light.
Every idea comes after several pages of sketches. Then, I move my step into the crazy maze of writing. First a right turn, Korean, and then a left, English. I find myself at a dead-end. Back track my steps and begin again. Twists and turns constantly leading my path, round and round in circles. Trying to find the right way. Some make it out but I am still fighting to find the right way in this maze. After I find the way out from the maze, finally, every concept …show more content…
She spent all day in her beloved garden, which took up the entire front and back yard. A garden of the heart; she plants all the good things. I was young, she would include me in her gardening chores by handing me her blue bucket of tools or red watering can. She’d hand me a scissor and ask me to go outside to pick a bouquet of flowers for her. Any flowers I wanted. That was such an exciting feeling for me, to choose which flowers I wanted with no rules, no ‘Oh Sweetie – not those’. No matter what I picked, or how odd my choices might have been, she ties those flowers with white plastic cable tie. Those flowers stayed as I arrange in a vase the entire
Mostly, my ideas and materials came from my closet where countless boxes live. I open the closet doors. I grab a flashlight and flash it toward boxes. Labeled boxes are stacked neatly against the wall. I start reading labels on each box. Sooner or later, I realize my labeling system is ineffective to navigate what is inside. I always enjoy the moment of not knowing. The state of not knowing or engaging with the unknown is an important aspect of my creative process. I randomly pick up a box and dig into it. There is variety of things triggers to my memory; old photos, things I bought when I just moved to the United States and things I always hold on to, but need to throw away. Once I find a material that makes me fully immersed in a flurry of vivid memories, I go down to my desk. Turn on the light.
Every idea comes after several pages of sketches. Then, I move my step into the crazy maze of writing. First a right turn, Korean, and then a left, English. I find myself at a dead-end. Back track my steps and begin again. Twists and turns constantly leading my path, round and round in circles. Trying to find the right way. Some make it out but I am still fighting to find the right way in this maze. After I find the way out from the maze, finally, every concept …show more content…
She spent all day in her beloved garden, which took up the entire front and back yard. A garden of the heart; she plants all the good things. I was young, she would include me in her gardening chores by handing me her blue bucket of tools or red watering can. She’d hand me a scissor and ask me to go outside to pick a bouquet of flowers for her. Any flowers I wanted. That was such an exciting feeling for me, to choose which flowers I wanted with no rules, no ‘Oh Sweetie – not those’. No matter what I picked, or how odd my choices might have been, she ties those flowers with white plastic cable tie. Those flowers stayed as I arrange in a vase the entire