Recently, while observing the Chuseok full moon with my family, I was reminded of another moon — one I encountered thousands of kilometers away from Korea. It was a simple white moon jar displayed in a British museum, and it quietly changed the way I understood beauty. During my graduate studies at Oxford University, I became an avid museumgoer. There is something captivating about museums: they hold still fragments of the past, allowing us to encounter civilizations separated from us by centuries. Whenever I visited a museum, I usually spent the first few hours moving chronologically through history and then geographically across different regions of the world. With seemingly a million things to see, I developed a habit of choosing a particular theme on each visit and juxtaposing artifacts from different civilizations to see how each approached the same form. On visits to the British Museum in London and the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford, my chosen theme was pottery and ceramics. Moving from one civilization to another, I encountered objects of remarkable craftsmanship — intricately d