Leaving grandma's house: the open trunk of a small car parked in a Korean countryside yard at dusk, packed to the brim by a grandmother — plain plastic kimchi containers wrapped in plastic bags, a bundle tied in a patterned bojagi cloth, a glass bottle of sesame oil, a small sack of rice, bunches of green onions, a box of persimmons and a bag of sweet potatoes. An elderly woman in a padded vest and work trousers is still pushing one more container into the last gap while a younger adult's hands try to lower the trunk lid. Warm low sun, an old tiled-roof farmhouse behind. Normal hands with five fingers. Ordinary everyday Korean faces, photorealistic candid. No text, no letters, no logos.