Everything I'd tell you when a painting arrives: how to unbox it, frame it, where to hang it, how to dust and varnish it, and why the certificate matters for years to come.

A Russian bow with a drawn string and no arrowhead. In its place — mugunghwa, the national flower of Korea. An exploration of complex identity, the clash of rigid structure and endless rebirth, and two entirely different ways of surviving.

How my visual language actually gets built – not from talent or endless scrolling, but from what I save and return to: a working archive, writing next to images, films taken apart, and one honest question I ask of every canvas.

I grew up on borscht with rice – a dish that doesn't exist in Korea. Where Koryo-saram came from, how my family reached the Caucasus, and how being from both places and neither still shows up in me and the work.

My first entry – on why this journal exists at all. Painting is for what I feel; writing is for what I want to say.