The Eye Experiment

Silkscreen experiment 1
Silkscreen expriment 2


My concentration focuses on the symbol of an ‘odd eye’ that captures both traditional and postmodern cultural phenomena. I created this symbol to demonstrate that traditional cultures are not just the thing of the past, but can harmoniously come together with postmodern ideas. By incorporating the traditional Korean designs and contemporary designs, I used various media and techniques to portray how the two distinctively different styles can create a unique harmony.

I thought about the way that Brancusi simplified forms, but also gave the forms meaning. In the same way, I started with creating a symbol of an eye by simplifying the form with geometric lines. Then I portrayed the symbol in various techniques by using contemporary production, methods like silk screening and incorporating the silk screens with traditional Korean folk patterns. Like Andy Warhol, I used silk screening in a painterly way and used the drips as forms to draw on. While creating a combination of traditional and contemporary designs, I experimented with printed, painted, and drawn forms. I also used stencils and methods of subtraction and addition. In C10, for instance, I merged two silk screens into one image through addition and subtraction, subtracting from both and adding the missing part of each to one another. When you look at C3 and C6, you can see that not all the parts of the stencil was used, but the form was still able to remain strong, because an added layer of drawing around it and the color yellow kept it strong compositionally. If you look at C 4, you can see how I used the silk screen to paint. Different colors were dragged through the screen to give a painterly effect. Then a clean, clear form was silk screened on top of the painterly texture, balancing experimentations with precision.

A Synonym for “Less American”

Let me tell you a few things.

I’m 40% Korean, 40% Japanese, and 20% American. This does not mean I’m a descendent of Jeremy Lin nor I speak Mandarin.

My mom has a last name Kim and first name Miyuki. This does not mean she is a chinc or a tiger mom.

My grandmother is Japanese American, and she has a strong accent. This does not mean she is not American enough nor she should feel the shame of being Asian.

For decades, the word ‘Asian’ has been a term that homogenizes 17 million Asian Americans; (pause) a term that justifies the rest of the country to force us to fit into the stereotypes and to hind behind our heritage; A SYNONYM FOR ‘LESS-AMERICAN,’ ‘SHAMEFUL,’ ‘EXOTIC,’ AND MANY MORE; a term that makes you assume that your Chinese classmate is an awkward math genius or a musical virtuoso.

But I believe the word ‘Asian’ should mean nothing more than my ethnicity.

I refuse to conceal that every time you confuse me with some other nationality that I might share similarities with, you turn me into a racist joke and strip away my individuality.

I refuse to appreciate J.K. Rowling for making her only Asian character Cho Chang an overachieving nerd, and to remain silent to the media that portrays Asian women as hypersexual, exoteric objects.

I REFUSE TO LIVE IN A SOCIETY THAT LABELS ME AS MINORITY, BUT TREATS ME LIKE A FOREIGNER; a society that protects me as a secondary role, but never as a leader; a society in which my ethnicity is regarded as a long list of derogatory terms engraved as an enduring tattoo on my back; a society that forces me to suppress my heritage in a culture that appropriates it, fetishizes it, and marginalizes it.

And I ask you, to see beyond the word, and learn who I really am.

My Minhwa artworks on the Daemon

At the end of the school year, I was lucky enough to have my artworks published on the Daemon, the annual literary magazine of Episcopal High School. These are the two pieces of Korean traditional art I worked on last year. It was such a pleasure to introduce Asian art to the school community and have my works displayed besides poems and proses written by my classmates. Next year, as an AP studio art student and the vice president of the Student Association of Visual Arts, I look forward to promoting diversity through art by opening workshops for traditional arts from various countries and displaying my pieces on school exhibitions.

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Tiger: symbol of protector
Peony: symbol of wealth and prosperity


Lesson from Will: How to be open-minded?

It was a balmy spring day when I got back to my hometown for vacation and met Will, an Indian businessman touring Korea for the third time. As a teenage English tour guide, I enthusiastically introduced Gyeong-bok Palace, the main royal palace of the Joseon Dynasty in Seoul, to the curious businessman. My unforgettable moment started when he complimented on how detailed and coherent my presentation. Soon, I asked him “I’m very impressed it is your third time visiting Korea. How do you like my country? What brings you here so often?” It was a very typical but an effective ice-breaker I employed with most of the visitors. However, his answer was not a typical one, but struck home, deep in my heart. “Yes, I love Korea. I love Korean culture such as K-Pop, and the way people here treat me. But every time I come here,” He continued, “I keep wondering why people here are often very hostile or even apathetic to certain cultures. They seem to be very global and but also extremely reclusive, both at the same time. They exuberate with I-Phones and Jazz Pop, but rule out Islam or South East Asian cultures as unacceptable. It is very ironic and interesting.”

As I heard Will’s comments, I came to realize that we, Koreans, do indeed, lived in a closed world, often lacking open-mindedness. While we praise I-Phones for enabling communication between people who are far apart, we often judge people with different social backgrounds based on what is portrayed of them on the media, without trying to truly understand others.

Finding myself lack of open-mindedness, I immediately stood up and acted out to increase understanding in various cultures. My first action was a special project called “The Asia Project – Enlightening the Global Mind’ in a school newspaper club. The ultimate goal of this proposal was to expand awareness of the cultures that Korean are unfamiliar with, and to educate our peers as to why it was important to respect and accept others as they are, without discriminating them for being different. I started to interview various people who had been mistreated because of their social backgrounds, such as women from multicultural families and North Korean refugees. I also wrote articles for the school newspaper about the unique cultural characteristics of such individuals, to encourage my classmates to learn about diversity and prevent bias. My second attempt was to join The Asia Institute, a pan-Asian research institute, as an intern, which enabled me to create student-organized seminars and interviews. After learning about the special characteristics and potential of Asia, I eventually came to appreciate the uniqueness and diversity of people all around the world, and my fascination about various cultures has become unstoppable since then. I’m constantly trying to embrace various voices by interviewing foreign visitors and authorities in order to be widen my definition of cultural awareness.

Will impacted me in various ways, from the way I view the world to how I interact with people around me. After I realized how important it is to acquire correct knowledge followed by assertive action, I became eager to learn more about a broad spectrum of cultures, trying to avoid any form of bias that may lead to misunderstanding. I do believe that such an attitude will enable me to be open to various cultures of people wherever I go and develop true relationships with individuals driven by the same goals.

10 Million Against Me

I still remember the eyes of the belligerent, old lady piercing through me with disgust. “Go back to your country, you Japanese bitch.” She called me a bitch in front of strangers passing by in the street. Listening to the tsunami of such vulgar words, I stood frozen in time, seared with an embarrassment that I had never felt in my life. I wanted to scream back at her. Tell her I was doing the right thing for my own country. But not a single word escaped my mouth as the lady continued to look down on me, with cold condescension. Soon, I tasted the salty tears streaming down my cheeks, lowered my head to avoid the weird stares people were giving me, and grasped my picket sign with a firmer grip. It was one of those unusual days of August, 2015, the day when over 10 million people of Seoul, the city I truly love, turned back against me. It was the day I declared with an unwavering voice: “I am Korean, and I love Japanese people.”

Kota called me on the day he came back to Korea for summer. He asked me to meet him at a café nearby to chat as usual. Kota was one of the few people with whom I could openly share my stories, not just because he was a nice person in nature, but also because he had been my friend for 12 solid years, since my childhood in Chiba, Japan. He was always there for me back in Japan when I was one of the few foreigners in town, and even in Korea where I had a hard time finding my true identity between the two distinct cultures. Just like me, with my Japanese grandmother, Kota also had a family with members from both. There was so much common in our lives. That day when he arrived in Seoul, I soon found myself excitedly heading to our rendez-vous, wondering about just how much time we would be able to spend together, for we had so much to catch up. As I took a step into the café, I found Kota right away, and our animated conversation began immediately. In the middle of the hour-long talk, Kota took a pause with a slightly serious look and changed the subject. “You know what, Jimin. I was wondering if people like you and me could do something to make a change.” He continued, “You know—to improve relations between Korea and Japan.” While I gave him a confused look, he started to explain what he had realized through a number of encounters with people from both places. Both Korea and Japan suffer from anti-Japanese and anti-Korean sentiments respectively that stem from decades-long political disputes. Since the Japanese colonization in Korea during WW2, Korea has argued that the Japanese government needs to apologize for its wrongdoings such as drastically massacring the majority of population and forcing a number of Korean women called ‘comfort women’ into sex slavery for the Japanese army. However, the Japanese government did not make any official apology for its wartime atrocities. Such irresponsibility outraged the Korean public, creating a sense of hatred that has been passed down through generations. Even now, a majority of Koreans hold prejudices against Japan and rule out any effort to start a conversation between the two nations.

Just as what Kota told me, I have experienced the seemingly unbreakable wall of prejudices between the two countries. As a quarter-Japanese Korean, I have had numerous moments in which I had to confront people caught up in the distorted images of the two countries. In 8th grade, a boy in my history class publicly humiliated me in front of the whole class by calling me a Japanese monkey when discussing the imperialist period. There was also a professor from a prestigious university in Seoul who argued that the Japanese were all merely trying to bury their faults in the past, without any evidence to support his theory, at a famous conference I participated in. My closest neighbor in Japan unconsciously implied that most Koreans are radical extremists who never make any effort to solve the political disagreement between the two countries. All these first-hand experiences as a person with dual backgrounds made me nod to Kota’s story without thinking twice. I knew that someone had to take the initiative to spread the idea that we should stop judging others by their nationalities and move past the prejudice that hinders true development. I knew that the closed attitudes we have towards each other do not better the situation, making it much more unlikely to recover from the various conflicts that ought to be resolved for the better future. The in-depth conversation with Kota blew a sense of courage into me. I realized that I was not the only one who felt the serious need for a difference. I felt the responsibility to serve as the bridge between the people from the two different places as someone well aware of both cultures, and I realized that I should be the one to take the first step for a positive change. So after nodding my head once again, I said to Kota, “Let’s do this.”

For the next few weeks, the I contemplated ways to effectively increase awareness of the prejudices prevalent in our society. After days of organizing ideas we had conjured up, we came up with the idea to join the ‘AND Project’ on Facebook, a social media movement that aims to bridge people from Korea and Japan. It was a brand new movement that was originally founded by Ackey and Yumiko, two graduate students in Japan, and I was able to join them as a co-organizer. The basic idea was to create an online page in which people from both countries could build friendships by posting images of themselves holding signs that say, “I am Korean, and I love Japanese people.” or “I am Japanese, and I love Korean people.” We believed that genuine cultural exchanges occurred in the process of developing true friendships with others with an open mind, and hoped that our online page could create a platform through which true understanding between the two cultures could bloom. I still remember the click I made to officially publish the post online for the very first time, full of anticipation, wondering what responses would return.

It was more interesting than expected to see how people reacted to posts and messages on the AND project. One day, I found myself looking at our Facebook page and yelping out of pure disbelief that we had reached more than 200 likes in a month. Not only did we attract attention worldwide, but we also got messages from a variety of people, transcending generations and nationalities, ranging from a Korean high school student eager to make Japanese friends to a Polish businessman impressed by the social movement happening on the other side of the world. A college student from Israel even sent us a message asking if he could benchmark our idea for his program for rehabilitating the bilateral relationship between Israel and Palestine. I could hardly believe what was happening, for just one month had passed since the launch of the project. Watching people trying to become more engaged in our project and communicating with others, people whom they would have not befriended otherwise, I started to realize what people really needed: a chance to get to know each other and become true friends through constant interaction. Until then, I was confident that our project was making a positive difference.

After months of continuing our efforts online, Kota and I decided to organize an off-line campaign in Myeong-dong, a popular place for tourists in Seoul. We planned to create a booth with posters and pickets that say, “I’m Korean, and I love Japanese people”, along the street where hundreds of people passed by. Our goal was to voice our opinions in a public place where various people got together so that we could share our stories and ideas in person. Days flew by, and we prepared pamphlets and postcards beautifully decorated by Korean and Japanese high school students willing to support our project. Finally, the day came. We first arrived at our booth, carefully laid our posters on a single leg table covered with a banner, and prepared to start our new campaign. As our project had gone viral online, I was confident that our campaign at Myeong-dong would also become popular, and that there would be quite a number of people who would be willing to tear down xenophobia barriers. However, it did not take long for me to face the most insulting, disparaging moment of my short life. Hundreds…Thousands of people all seemed to be busily heading to their destinations, without any interest in the teenage girl holding pickets and posters in her hand. “Does anyone want to be friends with people in the other parts of the world?” I shouted. All that answered me was the buzzing sound of a nearby construction site. Hardly anyone gave me a single glance, except for several kids who seemed intrigued by our childish logo and postcards.

Soon, I found an old lady approaching us, strutting toward our booth. She grabbed one of our pamphlets, skimmed through our posters, and frowned. In a few seconds, she screeched, “Do you guys ever read the news?” She shouted, “Well, you must know how we’ve suffered for centuries because of Japan. No matter what, Japan is bad. We must not forget what they have done to us.” As she finished, I tried to explain to her that we should still move on from the past. I added a tiny voice. “But I mean…”

“Aren’t you shameful of what you are doing? Go back to your country, you Japanese bitch.” She completely cut me off without giving me a chance to persuade her. And there I was, tongue-tied, deeply hurt by her striking words. The campaign was an obvious failure. I left right away, crying all the way back home. I kept wondering why it had seemed impossible to confront the old lady at the moment. It was not the threat of her forceful words, nor the mere humiliation I experienced in front of hundreds of strangers. It was rather due to the genuine fear that the majority of people in the world were refusing to embrace others, to get to truly know each other, and to listen to the voices of people who try to enact a change. Just as how 10 million population of Seoul rejected me, people do not always listen to the voices of the few, and it is definitely more than difficult to influence the mindset of people who have already lived with bias embedded in their lives. However, someone needs the courage to shout out loud, “Listen.”

It took me months to acknowledge the fact that I needed the courage to stand up to people, even if they refused to listen to me. I needed to reassure myself that although it is certainly difficult to become the true activist who imposes a change on the society, I could definitely become that activist if I could confront every possible obstacle, even if all 10 million inhabitants of Seoul I love rejected me. I opened my laptop again, logged into Facebook, skimmed through our posts, and convinced myself once more to keep trying. For I believe with all my heart that there will come a time when Koreans and Japanese become true friends and proudly say, “We love each other.”