There were the familiar sights.
I enjoyed this image of the old woman's shoes near her umbrella. As well as 'gumball' machines selling trinkets.
The following is an image of a popular kim bop (Korean sushi) restaurant that I like to frequent. It's the one with the big red sign and white words.
Basically these are the everyday sights that are seen when I walk around my area. The next one, where the yellow cart is, shows what I call the "Yogurt Lady". You can find them on many street corners in neighborhoods, where an older woman wearing a yellow jacket stands next to her yellow cart selling liquid-drinkable yogurt. I have always enjoyed this little aspect of Korean culture.
Street-cart food ~
The usual drying towels in front of a barber shop.
Then there is the reoccurring theme of the towering apartment complexes that seem to fascinate me. I couldn't help this time but venture into one of the complexes and take some pictures.
Next, what would you know? I ventured into one of the buildings and made my up to the top floor.
There I was on the 16th floor getting my pan-optic look out onto the complex. Actually I have had this idea for quite some time now, because when drawing these apartments as a subject I seem to have trouble with my perspective.
What keeps me intrigued is how every window is the same. In the West, especially in America, people typically live in houses. Some are lucky enough to live in large houses, while others in small ones. Either way it is typical for Americans to decorate the outside of their homes to distinguish themselves from their neighbors. In Korea, since there are so many people in a small area, it is truly impossible for everyone to be living in houses in a row. Instead they live in these types of buildings.
From what I gather apartment living in Korea is a serious matter. Neighbors know each other and keep tabs on which hagwon so-and-so's kid is going to. It is an organized and clean society of living. Recycling and trash sorting is taken seriously and diligently. Also I find the landscaping around these complexes to be of interest, as well. Usually in the center or nearby are little parks with equipment for children and adults.
When I was walking around noise pollution was reduced and it seemed like a serene place to live. Yet, as a westerner from America, I can't help but feel so small amongst these giant buildings. It is my aspiration to somehow create works of art that speak to my thoughts on these living complexes.