The hills beyond Seoul, where I was born, have lingered in my imagination throughout my life. Here in California - where the hills rise out of the morning fogs - I am reminded of the hills beyond Seoul where I was born.
In those days past I sometimes wandered with my father - his watercolor pad in hand - into those hills above Seoul university.
Such recollections - memories of those colors and forms - intertwine with the landscape of Central California in my mind and beckon me to my easel in this - my adopted country.