Rice paper, acrylic, muslin fabric, gauze bandage on wood frame
32 x 26 inches


This frame was never meant to hold or shield.
Born of Gwangju, where history passed through glass that did not break but only watched.
Something once watched, but couldn’t intervene.
The muslin wraps do not heal–they bind the silence.
The surface remembers a body—not by form, but by weight, stain, and restraint.