Jeju, where I lived for 7 years, is a small island that breathes slowly, its rhythm shaped by tides and open sky. New York is the opposite — a city that never dims, never quiets, never waits. New York Collage is a four-piece work made from the years of vertigo that lived between those two worlds: the culture shock, the loneliness of moving through crowds as though behind glass, the strange experience of feeling alien to others while becoming alien to myself. Yet within that dizziness, there were rare and luminous moments — a genuine connection with someone from an entirely different background, magical precisely because it felt so impossible. Each panel holds a fragment of that contradiction: the confusion and the wonder, the distance and the unexpected warmth of being slowly, reluctantly remade by a city that was never meant for you.