It is the middle of the week. And I still don’t have my work area at home so I settled into my bed to do some sketches for work.  I am into bags so it’s just natural for me to earn from my hobby. My designs now are highly recognized not just in Korea but even to other countries. I am thinking it won’t be long; soon I will have my own label and have my own company…maybe soon.

When my hand gets to work, I can’t stop it. It will just draw and will have a life of its own. I can feel it when it’s happening because it seems like I’m in a trance.  My mind will do the commanding and my hand will follow to make the picture that my mind is imagining. Sometimes I get to sketch up to 10 sketches when I am really into it. I feel really tired after, most of the time I won’t even noticed that I fell asleep on top of my sketches.

Tonight is different; I woke up right before I fell flat on the bed. I noticed that my sketches are all piled up at the side of the bed with the one unfinished on top… it looks like a face of a man. It feels creepy because even the sketch is incomplete I know whose face it is… I’m uneasy how I get so affected by this man. I just saw him a few times but why even my hands knew the details of his eyes. This is the first time I felt so insecure…I can’t remember a time that I get so obsessed before. Especially to someone whose name I even do not know….

Did I meet him at Ulsan before? Do we have common friends maybe