I have a memory having a good time with foreign workers at Namdong industrial complex in Incheon in my childhood. So, I have a strange sense of déjà vu to Maseok industrial complex. I find out that I have one memory different with my parents’. I started to wonder why I remember that differnetly.

Every picture I've got is just about people and dogs. Certain subjects in those pictures loom in sight shaping faint lines, however, nothing shows the entire look clearly. So I make rough sketches depending on my memories and collect some drawings which place emphasis on expressing the emotion about men, things and animals.
Actually, I don't want to use the word 'art' on what I have drawn. It is just a painting, and a belated diary. It is more of a memory than a document, vague and blunt.
The past is recalled more delicately not by myself who had avoided facing life fiddling around at home, but my mother who has ambivalent feelings towards the old days as she hates the place we have left and ironically reminisces at the same time.
This is a story constructed by combining my own drawings with my mother's-who used to draw her own paintings too.

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