oil, oil pastel, pastel, colored pencil and hanji on canvas
61 x 41 cm (24 x 16.14 in)
13 October 2025
When the air turns cold, there are moments of strange, quiet stillness.
Not entirely peaceful, yet not anxious either — grounded yet floating, as if it might scatter at any moment, but never fully does.
If this scene exists anywhere, I believe it's not out in the world, but somewhere deep within.