“Opening each door, I discovered porcelain pots of color, hair ornaments, and a brush with strands of hair in it. Lady O’s hair. I reached for one and the moment I pulled a strand free, it struck me how transient life was – one night a woman was brushing her hair, the next night she was dead.”

“Opening each door, I discovered porcelain pots of color, hair ornaments, and a brush with strands of hair in it. Lady O’s hair. I reached for one and the moment I pulled a strand free, it struck me how transient life was – one night a woman was brushing her hair, the next night she was dead.”

— June Hur