She describes her recent turn to printmaking as “amazing and very different to anything else,” and you can see exactly what she means. With etching plates and drypoint needles, she scratches not just images but moods—diamond-shaped figures holding potted plants, bulbous creatures devouring peers, scenes half familiar, half uncanny. The lines are sharp. The textures are rich. These aren’t flat illustrations; they feel like layered thoughts you can almost trace with your fingertip.
Yoon’s process is as much about what happens beneath the surface as above it. She uses communal print-shops, experiments across media, and often works in hybrid forms—printed plates become coloured pencil renderings, drawings become collaged forms, every piece participating in a kind of visual echo chamber. The results feel deeply personal yet universal: you might not know exactly who the figure is, but somewhere you know what they feel. Loneliness, metamorphosis, tension between what we show and what we hide.
Her characters often appear paused in mid-motion, or mid-metamorphosis. One piece might show a figure whose head blooms into foliage, another where the body is a constellation of textures, color and line. They’re metaphorical but lived-in. They reflect Yoon’s interest in identity, transformation, and the quiet power of craft. She once noted that using etching felt counterintuitive, but thrilling—the “scratched” image carries its own ghost of the process. You can see the tool’s trace, the pull of ink, the press of paper.