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Blue Project; The blue

Scenes of the 21st century appear to me as almost transparent blue. The narrative of blue is ambiguous, delicate and pure, full of a fragile intimacy that is sad, vulnerable and unstable. Blue is high and low. Blue shows us the celestial heavens as well as our own sadness.

photography C-print .2009

Blue Project; Cocoon

I look at my cocooned self.

I have a fragile self, inside, that refuses to grow and chooses to stay secure in a small space.
I consciously break shells to set myself free, to overcome stagnancy.

C- Printing 2009. model; Hyte Siera Jeannette

Blue Project; On your 22nd Birthday

Strange... It used to happen on my birthday. The day that should have been the happiest day instead was the gloomiest day because of not hitting it off with people who were close to me. This time is exactly the same as before. No... it’s worse... I am barely holding back my tears almost bursting time and again... ‘that’s it. A birthday is nothing. Don’t think about it...While I am thinking, the cell phone rings. I shouldn’t have picked it up... I became a total mess. The tears are running and are not stopping. Don’t do that. Don’t think.To cheer myself up, I’m going out for a walk in this late night. To buy beer. ㅡ.ㅡ Yeah~! Lucky! Today, this market had my favourite sausage stick cheese tasting! Usually, they just have a squid tasting. :P Up!!
Maybe... people are easily depressed on their birthday because of expectations. Does a birthday really have that much importance? No way. Even I cannot remember the moment of my birth. On this birthday, I should congratulate my mommy for the difficult time she must have had giving birth to me.

C-printing. 2009

Who am I? ; Play Inside The Place

“[Life] is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” (Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5)

2min. 27" DV on monitor. 2002 exhibition mute / gallery phill in Seoul Feb. 2005


Identity or self-awareness is sometimes amorphous in modern society. Images and sounds abound and are overflowing all around, and individual selves are drowning amidst them, failing to take form, failing to be given a name. The avatar in cyberspace in the twenty-first century is a reverberation of Shakespeare of 400 hundred years ago.

Who am I? ; Hurt My Heart

King Lear’s outcry is still heard (King Lear, Act 1, Scene 4).

An angel avatar with black wings and my self, praying in military uniform - all express the ironies in human life conditions. Just like the king is expelled from his throne, humans are alienated by their own creations. In reality, where humans are depicted in machine forms and avatars in human forms, humans get lost, not because there is no way, but because there are too many ways. There is no difference between getting lost in the wilderness and amid skyscrapers.

When the realization strikes you that your wish has betrayed you, what outcry can you emit?

1min. 24" vimprogector& camcorder installation/gallery phill in Seoul Feb. 2005