Looking Back on the Six Months I Drew My Way Into Art School
Up at 5, drawing from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m., home by 11. Six months of that got me into art school, and gave me a joy I’d never felt before.
Up at 5, drawing from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m., home by 11. Six months of that got me into art school, and gave me a joy I’d never felt before.
Wait for the second candy. Care about what you do, not just how much. And remember what money replaced. Three short thoughts on earning.
By my rough math, laundry by hand at a stream took over three hours. A washing machine changed that. So what do we do with the time we got back?
Moving to the US later in life made me feel dumb in English conversations. The fix that worked for me: speak anyway, mess up, and keep going.
As a kid I agonized over why a designer couldn’t be an artist. Twenty-ish years later, my answer is simpler, messier, and more honest.
A 104°F fever sent me to the hospital, where a bed-chair sat in the middle of the room. Why I still feel like a fish on ice at the seafood counter.
Korea chases every trend at top speed. America turns like a giant ship. What I noticed about design and change after years in the US.