원리

illustrator in Seoul.
 

www.ju-leeyoo.com
This is the piece I had done for the Reading Painting show last week. I think I had expressed the desire to illustrate 콩쥐팥쥐전 somewhere in the blog. The plot of this tale is utterly similar to Cinderella- I guess a nubile maiden ‘earning’ her happiness by securing a man’s heart is a pervasive theme. the rancorous feeling towards my surprisingly large feet gushed over my tiny heart after my teacher had finished reading me the story. maybe this is why I always draw tiny feet…hmmm…. p.s- special thanks to Monica and Soy for installing my work!

This is the piece I had done for the Reading Painting show last week.

I think I had expressed the desire to illustrate 콩쥐팥쥐전 somewhere in the blog. The plot of this tale is utterly similar to Cinderella- I guess a nubile maiden ‘earning’ her happiness by securing a man’s heart is a pervasive theme.

the rancorous feeling towards my surprisingly large feet gushed over my tiny heart after my teacher had finished reading me the story. maybe this is why I always draw tiny feet…hmmm….

p.s- special thanks to Monica and Soy for installing my work!

I miss this, a lot.

I miss this, a lot.

Free on April 26th and in NYC?  come and check this awesome show out! I am So happy to be a part the show that features such wonderful and talented artists! 

Free on April 26th and in NYC? 

come and check this awesome show out!

I am So happy to be a part the show that features such wonderful and talented artists! 

흠…

흠…

the second part of the “Time travel” series. 

the second part of the “Time travel” series. 

A part of the “time travel” series I should use photoshop to color more often, judging from the trend among illustrators and for the sake of time, but I just love the physical act of painting.  Feeling a brush glazing the surface of paper, and witnessing the vivid colors filling fibers of paper, like blood flowing through veins, make my heart beat faster. It’s funny how much you can change within a short period of time-I clearly remember dreading to color my drawings precisely because I was filled with doubt and uncertainty about everything. I know I still have so much to learn and adopt, but 24 years of my life can vouch for the fact that there is more value in the process of adaptation, rather than the end result itself.

A part of the “time travel” series

I should use photoshop to color more often, judging from the trend among illustrators and for the sake of time, but I just love the physical act of painting. 

Feeling a brush glazing the surface of paper, and witnessing the vivid colors filling fibers of paper, like blood flowing through veins, make my heart beat faster.

It’s funny how much you can change within a short period of time-I clearly remember dreading to color my drawings precisely because I was filled with doubt and uncertainty about everything.

I know I still have so much to learn and adopt, but 24 years of my life can vouch for the fact that there is more value in the process of adaptation, rather than the end result itself.

soystudio asked: hello Julee! miss you :'(

I miss you more, my soy boo boo :( x100000

서울키스는 포근하고 뉴욕키스는 달콤해.

서울키스는 포근하고

뉴욕키스는 달콤해.

work in progress.  also I’ve been interviewed- weird.

work in progress. 

also I’ve been interviewed- weird.

It was 4 o’clock, still dark outside and my eyes felt hallow. For an unknown reason beyond me, I raised myself up from the bed and headed to the kitchen with a phone in my hand.  Leaning on a cold window pane, I dialed the numbers. It ranged three times before I heard his voice. He apologized unenthusiastically about the last night and I, too, unenthusiastically accepted the apology. After filling a cup with tap water, I finally parted my lips and uttered those words. “I can’t do this anymore”

It was 4 o’clock, still dark outside and my eyes felt hallow. For an unknown reason beyond me, I raised myself up from the bed and headed to the kitchen with a phone in my hand. 

Leaning on a cold window pane, I dialed the numbers. It ranged three times before I heard his voice. He apologized unenthusiastically about the last night and I, too, unenthusiastically accepted the apology.

After filling a cup with tap water, I finally parted my lips and uttered those words.

“I can’t do this anymore”