Sueim Koo


It's pouring as if sky has a hole, and my heart was crying, too.

It's pouring as if sky has a hole, and my heart was crying, too.

Mixed Media
30" x 30"
$1,400

The cyan-green longings spread out to that summer

The cyan-green longings spread out to that summer

Mixed Media
17.75" x 21.75" (Framed)
$800

The morning breeze touched my cheek. It was early in the morning before I could fall asleep

The morning breeze touched my cheek. It was early in the morning before I could fall asleep

Mixed Media
38" x 40"
$1,700

The sound of the whistle of the train always frightened me.

The sound of the whistle of the train always frightened me.

Mixed Media
36" x 36"
$1,500

Each of my moments is vanishing like yellow light fading away over the ridge.

Each of my moments is vanishing like yellow light fading away over the ridge.

Mixed Media
36" x 36"
$1,400


wn5-RGGb_jBjHZpQJHUiy7RQy33XXMAtEQv8LkWAaUvIP-V-Q3CFkZf8bC_ChiBZpg=w1713-h1096I feel. And, I write what I feel.
Merely write when I feel :
I miss my high school friends who became mothers, but cannot be reached now.
My heart was beating by overhearing about my sister’s love affair on the hill.
I wanted to hug my exhausted shoulder caused by a beloved male teacher leaving.
I recalled my keenly cyan-green longings for the past.
My churning mind runs away into faint foggy air.
I wanted to hear my mother operating a sewing machine.
Garden Zinnia became bloody dark red due to a full moon.
Rain shower shake my turbulent heart.
I needed courage from a fear of life.

The utmost sincerity is feeling something exactly as it is.
Feeling is soul language. Soul language is feeling.
But, writing limits my soul language from deep inside.
A soul language that cannot be inspired by limited heart.
Now, I reveal these inspired feelings visually.
And I call those “soul essays”.
They are my visual essays.

Some reflected my deep spirit with heart beating ; others were recorded showing my broken heart with grief, and the excitement of longing.
That is, my images are not a mirror nor merely a form of artistic expression.
Rather, these images represent the consolation, inspiration and rediscovery of my past, present and future. These visual essays are all-encompassing portrayals of my state of mind and heart.

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