Exhibition Information

Time: Roses 1
2019 Reactive Sye on Silk Habotai 12.4x18cm

Forgiveness
2016 Oil on panel 45x61cm

Escape
2016 Oil on panel 80x100cm

Browning: Research for Time series
2010 Fallen Petals 20x28cm

			Artist's note Lee Yoon-jung | This exhibition will display the story of my dialogue with my color from 2015 to 2020 and five years. As a child I always said, "It'll be Lee Yoon-jung with my own color!" In the process of becoming an adult, I lost color, found color, and expressed my own color in a variety of ways. In the process of painting, painting, covering, and scratching, I learned not only about painting, but also the wisdom of life from painting.

I, who thought I could embrace diversity without prejudice, also realized there was prejudice, the Food x Acrylic series of 2015 that expressed my unseen prejudice, wrote letters and painted thickly to get rid of my pain, and the picture of 2015 that was covered with white powder, became watery in the process of melting down. This picture, which was naturally supposed to be white, taught me that the more I tried to hide my pain and shortcomings, the more I became exposed.

The Space series of 2016 that helped me to recognize and free myself from fear, drawing a thick layer of pictures. They were covered, scratched, painted, painted, and comforted by drawing my own resting place. It is a series that rearranged and worked on myself in meditation before work so that I could convey peace not only to myself but also to the audience.

I finally have the courage to start monochrome paintings that I have prepared since 2018 and 2014. It was the beginning when I was afraid to start by painting one color over and over again, as I thought it would be just a lump of one color. The work taught that darkness existed where more was painted and less painted, and that there was a form. Monochromaticization has taught me that we are all the same human beings, but we can never be the same, that the same gene can also exist in so different forms.

In 2020, while drawing with my hands in preparation for the exhibition, I started painting monochrome with a brush again after a long time. As I was piling up layers of color, and the fear of doing anything if I didn't see them came to me. After overcoming fear, raising the layer, raising the resin, and repeating it over and over, the painting showed itself to me without fail. I thought I could see myself in the future, looking at myself as I grew more mature and shiny with layers.

I hope you will be able to give me the strength to lift the brush continuously and to receive the comfort and strength that the color gave me to continue painting.


Artist's note Hyoi Kim | I don't think I can stand it anymore if I sit in the room alone and stare at the white wall. I just walked. In the wind, I just walked to get tired. I was so tired that I just wanted to fall asleep. I felt like an infinite amount of sleep would save me.

Walking for a long time, it was a park I couldn't bear to see the faces of happy people and walked on the ground. There were some fresh petals within sight. It must have been a rose garden.

The flowers, which had been blooming with beautiful light, were still hanging from the tree, and the petals that had just withered from the very beginning, were lying there, with their eyes still glowing with beautiful colors.

It's as if yesterday was so vivid, just now, it's.

I picked up the petals, held them dear and returned home. such tender petals Iris, who are just beginning to lose color, are going to break down.

Then he began to move the colors to a thin silk. I wanted to remember it vividly before the went on. I wanted to keep it. Then carefully put them between the books and put them deep into the drawer.

So I left it on one side and slowly, slowly, slowly, I went back to my daily routine. And before I knew it, I forgot them like a lie, and I got all right, and I moved four times.

Years later, the petals found while arranging the drawers have now become completely lame and have changed beyond recognition, but silk, which had its own color, has its own color.

the bright colors of the moment that had just begun to fade It's the color that stopped, with a slight touch of sorrow at the end. with so little traces of a piece of double-sided tape attached to it

I can still recall it as vividly as it was yesterday, but like the moment when it was completely in my memory with no trace of existence.