kang seulgi
24 | junior | sigma psi zeta | fine arts
art club | korea university book store
four trees.
born in a family of four, grew up in a family of three.
bare tree behind the fence.
inside or outside?
autumn tree in movement.
a movement that will never come to a halt.
standing woman in red.
vision in red strokes.
kneeling girl, resting on both elbows
all eyes on her.
double self portrait.
we see me.
four trees
four trees, it's been like this since forever, at least to seulgi. the four trees grew in love and happiness, living through all seasons during seulgi's younger years. until one day, one of the trees never made it to spring, snow slowly melting off the ground.
seulgi often finds herself in the library as her father continues to save lives as he should and her brother taking odd jobs. it took a few years before the trees could stand tall again. by then seulgi finds comfort in arts she read about. from visual arts to performing arts, each page making her passion for art stronger. like dried leaves of autumn trees.
bare tree behind the fence
she got accepted in the university she wanted, now she wonders if she's inside or outside the fence. a world unknown in front of her. seulgi decided to get into a house for the lodging itself. seulgi does things in her own pace and sometimes that can get to people's nerves, so maybe getting in a sorrority wasn't the best idea? often found hunched over her sketchbook or hiding behind her books. her roommate was probably just as happy as she was when she got accepted for an exchange student program offered in austria. as if it wasn't bad enough, seulgi lost most connections she made in her two years at KU.
autumn tree in movement
seulgi's one year in austria has taught her a lot of things, the good and the bad (but she considers everything she learns as a good thing). she doesn't know how she managed to live here with her conversational english and how she even picked up german during her latter months. seulgi comes back to seoul like a different person; more smiles and laughing. (but still never parting from her sketchbook). maybe it's time to mend broken connections and make new ones.
standing woman in red
seulgi watches closely as the woman undresses, unknowingly gripping her pencils harder as more skin becomes exposed. that day and forward, she learns it wasn't a woman in red but her eyes seeing everything in red.
kneeling girl, resting on both elbows
she feels them. every pair of eyes looking at her as the counter continue moving -- a number higher each second. the first felt so awkward and so wrong, it sends her hurling to the bathroom. ridding of her breakfast, as if it would get rid of the disgust she felt deep inside her. it only takes days before she's back for these faceless strangers, dainty fingers wet and flushed skin. she needed the money to survive faraway from home and maybe, just maybe -- home isn't any different. she needed the money because art, art always comes first.
double self portrait
the old and the new, one would say. one would think. but seulgi knows better. the grooves inside unchanging but new leaves grow. finding new movement. becoming the movement.
loves art more than anything.
always with a pen and paper, anything she can write with and on.
not the greatest with conversations but she tries.
can't function, forgets to eat and sleep.
can't ask a girl out but can ask a girl to nude model.
sometimes looks like she has everything in control, it's a lie.
took pottery as a hobby. (art therapy works)
broken artist? more like broke artist.
art memes, sometimes.
art videos, lately.