Exhibition Information

Strolling together
2019 Oil on canvas 145.5x112.1cm

Wetland Stroller
2019 Oil on canvas 121.9 x 91 cm

Ice-cream Eater
2019 Oil on canvas 60.6x50.5cm

Rainbow Calling
2019 Oil on canvas 60.6x50.5cm

			the reasons for the night that appear and disappear.
Yoo Jae Yeon

Since one day, I have been reminded of fantasy writers, thinking about my daily routine of going in and out of the studio at night after finishing work. Suddenly, I wondered what the world of the night they experienced would be like. Think of E.T.A. Hoffman1 and Franz Kafka2. Think of their world where they went out to work by day for their own work, and at night they sat in front of their desks writing bizarre and fantastic stories.

What's the difference between their night and mine now?

My work begins with the question, 'From a very young memory, which is hard to remember, to a vague idea of childhood and how the anxious sensibility of adolescence is now materialized in a real world?' This is expressed by studying how individual anxiety and solitude in my work accompany the functional role of the environment and society, and how conflicts and individual experiences and perceptions of reality are reconstructed on a de-border basis through literary imagination. They are afraid to focus on grasping the circular structure of memory-real-modern art by bringing tacit childhood places and memories, and a mixture of childhood fantasy and instability into the exhibition space, which cannot be explained by psychoanalysis.
The works shown in this exhibition are the crumbling of the symbolism system built by individuals and the real world. It is a story about the real world with its fantastic experience in the world of night, in which the imaginative system produced by an individual is constantly expanding, and its bifurcative nature of disconnection and exchange. Let's hope it will serve as a platform to evoke experiences of conflict between freedom to be isolated and pressure from social enlightenment.
From the author's point of view to painting, I have come to notice all the gaps in the world that I face. All the gaps in the world that I'm trying to say are the gaps between adults and children, the gaps between status and reality, work and play, society and fantasy, fear and dreams, home and society, knowledge and emotions. There is no such thing as I see it unfold in this I see. The world is always a bit divided, and through that cleavage I look into things under the epidermis.