Surviving cloudy days

… was the reason I painted it, after weeks without the sun. It wasn’t needed for long because soon after I finished it, it suddenly started to be sunny again. It still helped while I was working on it.


YK 2019.

Life drawing

Life drawing at ARCSOC. It was hard for me to render my own perspective as I was busy trying to capture the individuality of the model and the pose. I often feel similar trade-off between the artist’s style and the uniqueness of the object. (Compare, for example, Picasso’s early, realistic paintings vs. his late cubist paintings.) I wish I could find a way to capture both. Do you feel such tension when you draw? If so, how do you deal with it?

Repainted: Hanging On

I painted the background with watercolor and removed flaky strokes of pastel.

I’m not sure whether I should retouch gibbons. They also have pastel strokes but to me it seems less jarring than in the background. What do you think – shall I retouch the gibbons to make it look finished?

Thank you very much, everyone, for helpful advice! I think I will submit both this one and the other one. The deadline is today and the most pressing question for me is whether to retouch the gibbons. I’d appreciate your feedback!


YK 2019.


Compare Colors: Home

In the above, I tried colors different from the previous one (below), which was more vivid. The call is for an exhibition for homeless people, and I think some gravity is due. I still don’t want to make it taken for granted by expressing gravity with sad colors, so I’m trying to find a right balance. What do you think – how would you compare this one with the previous one (below)?

Full Speed (criss-cross) / ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ์•ž์œผ๋กœ (์˜†์œผ๋กœ ์˜†์œผ๋กœ)

I started this one with a serious tone, but it wasn’t fun – it felt like being absorbed in a problem, without being able to observe it. So I made a new version with a lighter (nonchalant?) touch. I also added a company, because I thought the protagonist can’t be alone in his struggle. Which version do you like better?

๊ทธ๋ฆผ์„ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•  ๋•Œ๋Š” ์‹ฌ๊ฐํ•œ ๋ถ„์œ„๊ธฐ๋กœ ์žก์•˜๋Š”๋ฐ, ์žฌ๋ฏธ๊ฐ€ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฌธ์ œ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๊ธฐ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋ฌธ์ œ์— ํŒŒ๋ฌปํžˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋” ๊ฐ€๋ณ๊ณ  ์–ด์ฉŒ๋ฉด ๋ฌด์‹ฌํ•œ ๋“ฏํ•œ ๋ถ„์œ„๊ธฐ๋กœ ๊ทธ๋ ค๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ์ฃผ์ธ๊ณต ํ˜ผ์ž์„œ ๊ฒช๋Š” ๋ฌธ์ œ๋Š” ์•„๋‹ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„์„œ, ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋„ ํ•˜๋‚˜ ๋” ๋„ฃ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ด๋Š ๋ฒ„์ „์ด ๋” ์ข‹์œผ์‹ ์ง€ ๊ถ๊ธˆํ•˜๋‹ค.

Me and my spirit / ๋‚˜์™€ ๋‚ด ์˜ํ˜ผ

Encouraged afterย our first collaboration, my daughter and I worked on another story. Again she wrote the story, and I illustrated it:

One fall evening couldnโ€™t be more peculiar. The sky was grey with weird bits of bobs that looked like hard bits of rock.

My spirit tugged my sleeve. I sensed she was scared. Since I was scared, too, I broke into a run. But as I did, something most extraordinary happened. My body slowly rose off the ground. It was so silent you could even hear a feather drop off a birdโ€™s wing. A second later, I was in a different world.

The sky wasnโ€™t grey any more. It was the most creamy type of yellow you could ever see. As I describe this, the smell was unbreathable. Even though the smell was disgusting, I decided to find something or someone to entertain me. As I lifted my head up, I was shocked to see a funky looking eye staring at me. It was big and floating. Something about it made me scared. At least I had my spirit inside me to keep me going. I finally made up my mind to ask:

โ€œWhatโ€™s your name, and what are you doing here?โ€

After a short silence, it said:

โ€œWhy should I tell you?โ€

The voice reminded me of a robot that was almost rusted.

โ€œI donโ€™t see why not. Iโ€™ll start first. My name is Roberta Smith Jenkins. But of course youโ€™ll say your own name.

โ€œI donโ€™t know what Iโ€™m doing here with my spirit. You see Iโ€™m new to this country. Canโ€™t you show me around?โ€

All this talking was making my throat dry.

โ€œMy nam i 1BZA47. Im hee fo a inaorโ€

I guessed he said โ€œI am here for an invader.โ€ But who would it be?

My legs had pins and needles in them, so I decided to stand up. Just then, I heard a siren and to my surprise, I was stuck in a red blob!

– Written by EK, illustrated by YK

์ฒซ๋ฒˆ์งธ ํ˜‘๋™์ž‘ํ’ˆ ๋’ค์— ํž˜์„ ์–ป์–ด, ๋”ธ์ด ์“ฐ๊ณ  ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์„ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ ๋˜๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ์ด๋‹ค:

์–ด๋Š ๊ฐ€์„ ์ €๋…์€ ๋”ํ•  ๋‚˜์œ„ ์—†์ด ์ด์ƒํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜๋Š˜์€ ๋Œ์กฐ๊ฐ์„ ํฉ์–ด๋†“์€ ๋“ฏ ์žฟ๋น›์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค.

๋‚ด ์˜ํ˜ผ์ด ์†Œ๋งค๋ฅผ ๋Œ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์˜ํ˜ผ์ด ๊ฒ๋จน์€ ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ์•˜๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋„ ๋ฌด์„œ์› ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ๋‹ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋Š” ๋™์•ˆ, ์ด์ƒํ•œ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๋ชธ์ด ๋•…์—์„œ ์ ์  ๋– ์˜ค๋ฅด๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์กฐ์šฉํ•ด์„œ, ์ƒˆ ๋‚ ๊ฐœ์—์„œ ๊นƒํ„ธ์ด ๋–จ์–ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋“ค๋ ธ์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ธˆ์„ธ, ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์„ธ์ƒ์— ์™€ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.

ํ•˜๋Š˜์€ ๋”์ด์ƒ ์žฟ๋น›์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€์žฅ ํฌ๋ฆผ์ƒ‰๊ฐ™์€ ๋…ธ๋ž‘์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ๋งก์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์ด ์ง€๋…ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๋Š” ๊ณ ์•ฝํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ฐ™์ด ๋†€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด๋‚˜ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์„ ์ฐพ๊ธฐ๋กœ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์ž, ํฌํ•œํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๊ธด ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ๊นœ์ง ๋†€๋ž๋‹ค. ํฌ๊ณ  ๋– ๋‹ค๋‹ˆ๋Š” ๋ˆˆ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ด์ฉ์ง€ ๋ฌด์„œ์› ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ž˜๋„ ๋‚ด ์†์— ์˜ํ˜ผ์ด ์žˆ์–ด ์šฉ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋‚ผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํฐ ๋ง˜์„ ๋จน๊ณ  ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค:

“์ด๋ฆ„์ด ๋ญ๋‹ˆ? ๋ญ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ˆ?”

์ž ์‹œ ํ›„, ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค:

“๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์™œ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•ด์•ผ ํ•˜์ง€?”

๋…น์Šจ ๋กœ๋ด‡ ๊ฐ™์€ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์˜€๋‹ค.

“๋Œ€๋‹ต ์•ˆ ํ•  ์ด์œ ๋Š” ์—†๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„. ๋‚˜๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ• ๊ฒŒ. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋กœ๋ฒ„ํƒ€ ์Šค๋ฏธ์Šค ์  ํ‚จ์Šค์•ผ. ๋ฌผ๋ก  ๋„ˆ๋„ ๋„ค ์ด๋ฆ„์„ ๋งํ•ด์ฃผ๊ฒ ์ง€. ๋‚œ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ ๋‚ด ์˜ํ˜ผ๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋ญ˜ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์–ด. ์ด ๋‚˜๋ผ์— ์ฒ˜์Œ์ธ๋ฐ ์•ˆ๋‚ด๋ฅผ ๋ถ€ํƒํ•ด๋„ ๋ ๊นŒ?”

๋งํ•˜๋Š๋ผ ๋ชฉ์ด ๊ฑด์กฐํ•ด์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.

“๋‚ด ์ด๋ฅด์€ 1BZA47 ์•ผ. ๋‚˜๋Š ์น˜์ž…์ž ๋•Œ๋ฌด์— ์™€์–ด”

์•„๋งˆ “๋‚˜๋Š” ์นจ์ž…์ž ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์™”์–ด”๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์นจ์ž…์ž๊ฐ€ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์ผ๊นŒ?

๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์‘ค์…”์„œ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜๊ธฐ๋กœ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ, ์‚ฌ์ด๋ Œ์ด ์šธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ , ๋ˆˆ ๊นœ์งํ•  ์‚ฌ์ด์— ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ถ‰์€ ๋ฐฉ์šธ ์•ˆ์— ๊ฐ‡ํ˜€ ๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค!

My horrible birthday / ๋น„์ฐธํ•œ ์ƒ์ผ

My daughter wants to write multi-volume stories, which turned out to be a daunting task, for anyone including an eight-year-old. So I suggested she start with a short one that fits within a page or two. She was not entirely happy with the restriction, but we made a deal that I would illustrate her story every time she finishes one. So here’s the first one (fiction, that is):

Me and my dad went out to buy some ice-cream becauseโ€ฆ it was my birthday! Dad didnโ€™t look that happy to buy me an ice-cream. I guess thatโ€™s because he thinks itโ€™s unhealthy.

I got a triple scoop of chocolate ice-cream on my mega sprinkle cone. After I said โ€œThank youโ€, we headed home.

But then, something terrible happened. I tripped over a rock, and went flying with my ice-cream onto another street. Luckily, I wasnโ€™t hurt badly, but my poor ice-cream became a sticky brown puddle with a lump. Dad was smiling when he came over to me. It seemed like he was so happy I dropped the ice-cream. I cried even more, I cried until we got home.

– Written by EK / Illustrated by YK

๋”ธ์ด ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ ๊ถŒ์งœ๋ฆฌ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์“ฐ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ดํ•˜๋Š”๋ฐ, ๊ณง 8์‚ด ์–ด๋ฆฐ์ด๋ฅผ ํฌํ•จํ•ด ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์—๊ฒŒ๋‚˜ ์–ด๋ ค์šด ์ผ์ธ ๊ฒƒ์œผ๋กœ ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ํ•œ๋‘ ํŽ˜์ด์ง€ ์•ˆ์— ๋๋‚˜๋Š” ์งง์€ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋กœ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•ด ๋ณด๋ผ๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋”ธ์€ ๊ธธ์ด ์ œํ•œ์„ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜์ง€๋Š” ์•Š์•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ•˜๋‚˜ ๋งˆ์น  ๋•Œ๋งˆ๋‹ค ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์„ ๊ทธ๋ ค ์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋กœ ํ•˜์ž ์Šน๋‚™ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ฒซ๋ฒˆ์งธ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ์ด๋‹ค (ํ”ฝ์…˜์ด๋‹ค):

๋‚˜์™€ ์•„๋น ๊ฐ€ ์•„์ด์Šคํฌ๋ฆผ์„ ์‚ฌ๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ์™œ๋ƒํ•˜๋ฉด… ๋‚ด ์ƒ์ผ์ด์—ˆ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด๋‹ค! ์•„๋น ๋Š” ์•„์ด์Šคํฌ๋ฆผ ์‚ฌ ์ฃผ๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ ์ข‹์ง€ ์•Š์€๊ฐ€ ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ฑด๊ฐ•์— ๋‚˜์˜๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•ด์„œ์ผ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค.

๋‚˜๋Š” ์Šคํ”„๋งํด ์ฝ˜์— ์ดˆ์ฝ” ์•„์ด์Šคํฌ๋ฆผ์„ ์„ธ ๋ฉ์ด๋‚˜ ๋ฐ›์•˜๋‹ค. “๊ฐ์‚ฌํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค!”ํ•˜๊ณ  ๋งํ•œ ๋’ค ์ง‘์œผ๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ๊ทธ ๋•Œ, ๋„ˆ๋ฌดํ•œ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋Œ์— ๊ฑธ๋ ค ๋„˜์–ด์ ธ์„œ, ์•„์ด์Šคํฌ๋ฆผ๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ ์œ„๋กœ ๋‚ ์•„๊ฐ„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๋‹คํ–‰ํžˆ ํฌ๊ฒŒ ๋‹ค์น˜์ง€๋Š” ์•Š์•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ๋‚ด ๋ถˆ์Œํ•œ ์•„์ด์Šคํฌ๋ฆผ์€ ๋ด‰์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ˆ์ ํ•œ ๊ฐˆ์ƒ‰ ์›…๋ฉ์ด๊ฐ€ ๋˜์–ด๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. ์•„๋น ๋Š” ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ์™”์„ ๋•Œ ์›ƒ์Œ์ง“๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์•„์ด์Šคํฌ๋ฆผ์„ ๋–จ์–ด๋œจ๋ ค์„œ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ํ–‰๋ณตํ•œ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋” ์šธ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ง‘์— ๊ฐˆ ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ์šธ์—ˆ๋‹ค.

– ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ EK / ๋ฒˆ์—ญ, ๊ทธ๋ฆผ YK