For the longest time, I've denied my roots. From the moment my plane landed in America and my parents enrolled me in an American school, I was no longer a Korean kid. Or that's what I told myself, at least.
This is a classic immigrant tale of "kid renounces his culture to fit in", but I didn't realize I was living it until I was 19.
The feelings of unexplainable loss and sadness that I've felt for years, I feel, traced back to this. And in the summer of 2017, for the first time in many years, I took a solo trip to Korea to retrace my childhood memories.
This photo series is what came of it. It's about home and finally recognizing this duality in my heart that longs to be a singularity.