Exhibition Information
Guk Dong-wan's exhibition title, <I'm Three, no, Four, no, Five.>(Placemak2, 2020), is surrounded by a strong attachment to the object's personality, which appears in painting and writing of the same name. At the same time, the desire to transcend this individuality can be inferred from the process of incessant division and the symbolism of black symbolizes. Attachment and desire acting in opposite directions paradoxically imply life and death. The tension and anxiety that are subtly revealed in drawing and writing is an expression of the spirit to activate life itself in order for the various ideas recognized by the existence of the spirit to activate life itself in order for the various ideas recognized by the existence of "I" to gather and spread out into the world, but at the same time, it is also an contradictory direction for consciousness that cannot be returned by life itself. As such, internal observations of other(writers) and pre-realists of other(embryo) in reality inevitably converge in a series of symbolic bundles, changing on e object and letting it escape from itself, and implying a finite personality coming out of its boundaries and facing outward movement and timeliness. These coincidences and symbolic bundles, along with accidental records exercised between words and lines, are directed to the willingness to learn reality, as shown by the unpredictable flow of consciousness that the next shape will follow along the lines that are repeatedly spaced with the black sides filled with pencils within the organic form. His two records show a double dictation of the most intimate moments of life and the traces of thoughts that have rarely been translated into writing, like hard - painted drawing and sentences between paper and paper. Twice dictation decodes the visible shape-image in the clutter of words, drawing meaning from each piece of image and sentence that hit him. A keen and dense sense of walking through a 40-week long period of time is the 'me' and 'many' gestures to reach the essence of existence and things after an uncertain long journey. The imaginations and memories that the writer digs up and categories are full of paper and yet empty. What were the places that were drawn and written in his hands carelessly? Whether it's to keep the black, what's to keep the black or the black. "I'm three, no, four, no, five." My name is black. [Source] Placemak2 homepage