LETTERS [No.02 July 29, 2023]

mixed media(oil on UV print on canvas) / 162 x 130.3 cm
2023

LETTERS

The novels, music, poems, or even simpler words I had encountered throughout my life.
Somehow forgotten, deep in the recesses of our unconscious memory, they have been unremarked upon. And yet, as time goes by, they become unwritten images, spinning together in an unwritten, unshakable whole.
Eventually, they became a melody that continued to make noise and echo quietly in my eyes.

Looking back on it now, it took me on a journey through the streets, through cities and landscapes, It was like a letter from far away. I will walk out into the landscape again amid a never-ending song that echoes faintly─.

WALL stanza Second

mixed media (UV print, pigment foil on Hahnemuhle Photo Rag Baryta paper, mounted on aluminum board) / 145.6 x 309 cm (Triptych)
2020

WALL SONG

The chaos of various things and objects intermingling on the street and its pure existence, positioned as one of the prominent facts that form the urban landscape, was where this series began. But as formats and approaches transformed through presentations, the motif itself became a “Wall.”
Walls are generally made use of corresponding to their negative image. Yet, I am confident that Walls can be hammered down or climbed over: whether this Wall may be various physical complexities or invisible conceptual matters.
That makes the Wall standing in front of us, right this moment, a symbol of hope for the future. Just like that scene on TV, I remember as a boy: as the Berlin Wall collapsed in the whirlwind of jubilation or as the countless revelations sparked from books and music.

WALL SONG is a hymn to freedom and hope for the anticipated future—.

STUFF / Bag

mixed media (UV print, pigment foil on Hahnemuhle Photo Rag Baryta paper) / 84.1 x 118.9 cm
2021

HOLES and SCARS

Boots wore down, a bag with cracked skin, a straw hat with frayed holes, a plastic umbrella with a broken bone. All these things danced in front of me as I walked the streets. My gaze reflected everything I had experienced through books, music, and images. The city, rebellion, and freedom told me changes were not made by glittering things but by those damaged to wear and tear.

When considering the city, which itself based on the speed of demolition and construction, the main themes running through series were “to become a new aspect through continuous loss and damage,” “to be lost through continuous addition and multiplication,” and “to continue to drift homogeneously between disappearance and emergence.” The images intentionally destroyed from the selection of media to the printing process are an act of materialization of all these themes. They also serve as a device to connect the inescapably private artist’s view of the city, as mentioned above.

HOLES and SCARS—my jeans were always damaged and torn. My time spent in the city was like that too. My photographs are neither records nor memories but the fading present.