Born in Los Angeles and raised in a multilingual home of an immigrant family, Daniel Han grew up speaking Korean inside the home and English outside of it. As the firstborn son of a fashion designer, he was thrust into creative environments from birth, which patently nurtured his artistic birthright. He was formed by the dreamy dust of Los Angeles, and forged by the flames of the city’s compulsory coexistence of contradictions. Forced to resolve countless paradoxes from an early age, he instinctively gravitated towards poetry. 

Discovering heaven at the age of 6 on top of a mountain of fabric rolls. Playing baseball. Tasting the sweetness of a life changing pineapple while living with locals in a garbage dump village in Manila. Hitchhiking around New Zealand without a single dollar. Burying his grandfather in Seoul. Being dragged by boat down the Euphrates river in the heat of summer. Writing poetry. Riding wild horses in the Mongolian steppes. Clambering the rolling hills and epic cliffs of Ireland. Burying his mother in Los Angeles. Han’s life was never in want of inspiration, nor lacking in exposure to incontestable beauty. 

Today, he takes on the role of a countercultural translator navigating a landscape of shifting tides, wielding the finite to express the infinite, and to recognize the necessity of contrarianism. The works express an ancient vision via modern technique, synthesizing a hemispheric exchange to produce a profoundly Western embodiment of largely Eastern values. It is sensory storytelling that facilitates renewing of the mind and intended to bridge the gap between the brain and the heart. In a world fraught with deception, Han’s work tells the truth.