Muses… Continued

In a new location– here in Seoul– I have continued to have these newer transitory muses who arise just as spontaneously as before in NYC. Each day, I walk past these sporadic moments, continuing on with my own daily path– one that is a seemingly everlasting at times, when I just happen to be perambulating.

Although I was not much of a people sketching person during the college years at RISD, I do more of that now- it is a time when I am finally away from trivial matters deriving from unorganized passion. Back then, this chaos stemmed from choosing to be passionate but not having plans– or even more importantly, it came from unrequited calling or vocation to back up the previous “passion.”

With a clearer mind with a hint of apathy, visions are much more lucid and in the clear; and surprisingly, I now observe and draw fellow human souls much better.

Mostly the odd creations awkwardly walk me by on the trains of the Number 2 line (“2호선”), or the Central line (“중앙선”).  On our own morning and night strolls, they go on their ways and I go on mine; and all the meanwhile, I end up musing on each of their little off-ness and the possible stories that may be behind their individual quirkinesss. As I recollect my memories of these transitioning characters, their oddities do not just pass by my mind. Instead, their weirdness are remembered and cherished, with some fondness, on this new day as I will be settling Graciously.