LUKENE
In Korean, we sometimes add -ne to someone’s name when we talk about their place.
A friend’s place. My sister’s place. Someone’s home.
It doesn’t mean only the physical house. It carries something a little broader—the place where that person lives, where their things gather, where their taste and traces of life begin to accumulate.
So:
Luke + ne.
LUKENE.
I think a lot.
About what makes a life worth living. About why I like certain things and not others. About why people can make completely different choices and still feel that their own way of living is the obvious one.
But most thoughts disappear.
I become interested in something else halfway through making something. A feeling from a trip fades once ordinary life returns. I find a good question, then move on to another before I’ve found an answer.
Maybe that’s why I wanted to make this place.
To let certain thoughts stay around a little longer.
And to do more than just think about them.
There won’t be one subject here.
I might write about life and then make a cocktail. I might collect data about myself and try to understand what it says. I might make an object, work on an artwork, or remember a place I once lived.
From the outside, some of these things may have very little to do with one another.
To me, they begin in roughly the same place:
to notice something, become curious about it, think about it, and try something myself.
And, whenever possible, to leave behind something that means a little more to me than something simply consumed and forgotten.
Not everything here needs to be finished.
Ideas can change. Projects can fail. Something I believe with confidence today might look completely different to me a few years from now.
I’d like to leave some of that intact.
A place filled only with finished answers doesn’t interest me very much.
I’d rather keep a record of what one person noticed, questioned, made, and changed his mind about while living.
But I won’t show everything.
A home has rooms you invite people into, and doors you keep closed.
If LUKENE stays around for a long time, I may eventually become quite different from the person writing this.
I like the thought of one day returning to the beginning and seeing what mattered to me, what I obsessed over, what I made, and where my thinking changed.
And if someone happens to wander in, look around, and find something here that matters to them too, that would be nice.
For now, that’s enough.
Welcome to LUKENE.