Exhibition Information

Jung Im-jung, Wooden Cutting Board
Oil on wood 72x52cm

Kwak Ah-hyun, Cutthroat Kitchen dreaming of rebirth
2019 Thread drawing on dishcloth 40x40cm

Kim So-hyun, Respiration
2020 Mixed Media on Canvas 65.1x65.1cm

Park Hee-jung, 20180103
2018 Oil on Canvas 40x30cm

			Cutthroat Kitchen 1: Nearby kitchen/ suddenly frequent.// Get close to kitchen-related things/ inevitably.// pick out ingredients for food/ equipped with proper furniture/ look for easy cooking recipes/ wash dishes more often than washing my body/ and get know-how in handling food waste.// rise above/beyond/beyond the stage of a break-up, ventilation, catharsis/ Instead of meeting freedom,/ just as it was in its place in everyday life/ You have to be shamelessly in place.The life of a woman turned upside down in an instant.

Cutthroat Kitchen 2: Growing up in the woods and fields/ With the wind, rain and sunshine/ After meeting all kinds of life,/ in the most beautiful form,/ comes into my hands full.// Ready/ Smooth and flowing curves and straight lines/ A perfect form of admiration greeted them/ and led them skillfully and flexibly.// reach its climax/ reach the highest stage near completion/ exhale aura of glowing colors/ stimulate a variety of imagination and creativity/ and take the most attractive posture possible.Gradually dispersed/broken down/mixed inside/ all colors spread out in echoes from endless rages/like a final burst of flames// a huge chime passed/ vanished without a trace/ like a dazzling vision, blooming like a haze.The unforgettable memories/ become memories and lay them down on the side of the chest.// Forever.

It's just a boring routine. It was simply a very ordinary routine given to anyone. But there were those who could not enjoy it comfortably, and they had to paint and manipulate the stillness of daily life, and they gave it a cool back-to-back battle.

Since when have you been a normal routine? For them, it was sometimes pretentious, untrue, pike, two-faced irony, and it was like Hotel Deluna, a must-have course for ghosts built on the memorial tower that cost countless lives.

The living and the dead are all utterly insensitive to know nothing about them, and as intermediaries between the everyday and the others, they embrace everything, filter and trim themselves, and put them to the last, and they are willing to give everything so far for the joy of the family and the happiness of the human race, and they are willing to give everything they have, to the end, to the end, and to the end without realizing it.

The story of me and you, who are the lives of a woman and everyone. Words full of short, shallow language and overflowing emotions, and a sharp, hard-to-understand feeling, however, cannot be easily understood. The passion like a fire moth-that pure passion cannot be recognized, so will he jump into the fire pit and end up disappearing for an instant and full of remorse? We are only crossing the world of oblivion, where we are forgotten at any moment, as the space covered in a single breath, and the peculiar air that is unfamiliar and familiar, the pressure of silence, the direction of life that moves slowly by itself, and any force that everyone believes is right, the alone foot and cry are gradually dying down.

We are a human being who is engaged in a tug-of-war between reality and ideals throughout our lives, and on the other hand we live with the appearance of a pure child at all the time. Also, half of them are women and mothers, some of whom are living on the ground, wearing the role of artists. Four of them met "The Devil's Kitchen," which shook their lives to the ground with an impact on a bird that would blink at a natural and natural given daily routine as a human, child, woman, mother and artist. Even in the midst of a life-changing life, from the richness of the refined furniture to the sumptuous yet perfectly complete outcome of the world, to the violent changes that followed and the lingering effects of the end, we are again at the moment of art in a new way. The experience of life becoming an art is profoundly deepening throughout the microcosm, where everyday life becomes an art, and more and more artistic in the changing environment.