In 1993, a last homecoming trip of my grandmother with her daughters to Jeju-Island.
The Island” that I imagined without seeing a map.
The “Island” has provoked my imagination.
In 2004, my first trip to Jeju-Island.
I wore my grandmother’s and mother’s chima-chogori there.
Strolling down a path on the Island, the wind was blowing into a chima.
Try to spin these memories.
The threads that have constituted the memories are becoming my skin. ===============================================================