AboutI am a Korean-American painter living in New York city. I started this blog as a food blog, intending to share recipes (often requested by friends, as I am known to be a pretty good cook among my friends) and occasional restaurant reviews. As many of my Korean friends point out, all Koreans are obsessed about food (including me). I love shopping, making, looking at and reading about food, too. Food is my porn. Even my art is about food. Over the years, however, the blog evolved into sharing more of the things that interest me at the moment; classical music (especially opera), theater, books, French language, political and cultural ideas, and of course, food. I am also writing about the exhibitions that I am involved in as well as other exhibition reviews. In the end, I hope that I am showing my engagement as an artist with the society and the culture in general. Hopefully, some of it interests you, too.
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Monthly Archives: April 2011
Yes, that is the title of the latest Tony Kushner play that I saw last Friday at the Public Theater (in co-production with Signature Theater Company, in part of their season long Kushner retrospective / celebration). The play, which explores … Continue reading
I am included in a survey exhibition at LGBT Community Center in celebration of Immigration month. EVENT DATE: Wednesday, April 27 2011 : 6:00pm – 7:30pm LOCATION: The LGBT Community Center, 208 W 13th St, Manhattan Wednesday, April 27, 2011 through Thursday, September … Continue reading