Exhibition Information

			There is something unclean here, but do not reveal it. It's a taboo. It would be very painful to have goosebumps just by imagining, to let out hateful feelings from deep within, and to encounter taboo things on a daily basis. Therefore, taboo is like a safety device that supports reality. But it often turns over and reveals hidden things. The consternation of what is revealed is often physiological (in vomiting, in sobbing) and also turning our heads to guilt that comes from unknown places. But it never disappears forever, so someone has to reveal it again. So where there is a taboo, there must be a repressed desire.1 It is the desire to reveal what is hidden, and the desire to be revealed immediately if not hidden. Have you ever imagined facing something that you have secretly lost by turning it upside down?



As long as the comfort of paradise (order that operates taboos) and the fear of wilderness (punishment of deportation following violations) are sharply divided, the taboo has been largely taboo. Like the God-blessed army (cross army) singing "Do not kill," order is another face of violence that forces obedience to oneself by taking as collateral the violence of unclean desire that is stopped by taboo. Even the most altruistic order of a rational society, we know that it comes from a merciless contract that works through cruel punishment (exclusion to society or physical punishment) that would be imposed if it violated the ideal. Order sustains reality, but paradise human beings must live subordinate to order. This is because there is a threat of fear outside of comfort. So, a comfortable life in reality would be tantamount to a life conforming to the tyranny of order that alienates desire. (If that desire exists as part of us that cannot be helped.)



Today's order, however, seems more interested in encouraging our desires than alienating them. It is an order in which carrots are in hand that make you conform without knowing whether to comply, instead of forcing you to comply. In this latest paradise, it is a model citizen who enjoys pleasure and produces unimaginable desires. This is because the production of desire is the ultimate production.3 Even if you don't cross the taboo line in search of forbidden desires, unthinkable desires are created in order. Thin and thin simulacras (jail experience, ruins tour, bdsm camp) can make even the pain of the wilderness more stimulating (capital). The secret and dark (or sublime and sacred) romantic spot imagining the outside of paradise disappears. It is a loss (sin) not to diligently expand the territory to cultivate more pleasure. They are no longer busy indulging the impulses of the pursuit of pleasure and the punishment of suffering, as if the guilt of original sin was not followed. The weight of the original sin following pleasure and the noble weight of the cross carried by pain seem to no longer seem to be known.



The boundary of paradise is full of miners. There, pain and pleasure are reduced to levels of stimulation, which exist as soft and harsh stimulation, sweet and cool stimulation, comfortable stimulation, and inflating blood vessels. Now pain has become a joy to endure and avoid and be available as extreme, thrill, horror, and slapstick, not something to exclude. Pain that has disappeared from society of extreme positivity can be experienced in the form of Marine Corps camps, remote experiences, and survival reality TV shows. Eros of pain and pleasure are not something deep that cannot be said, but wrapped in leather costumes, whips, handcuffs and chastity kits, and are housed in a thin, thin economy of pleasure. The Proverbs 4 that say that not destroying me will make me stronger will now be used as an ad phrase that says that not destroying me will make me happier.



In this semi-basement space, there is a dungeon of sadism and physics created by the illusion of Honeydu. This is the paradise of gods and fallen snakes with carrots, where obscenity and holiness were brought to all the pleasures of positivity and even the humiliation of the masochist were spread to the pleasures of all the positives. The slave, who is arrested on a black device, proudly enjoys the pleasures of taboos while holding his hips with his hands and opening the anus. Anus that excretes horses, not feces, is hanging from a public prison. The overly clear hole discusses the revolution that will be born as a new human being who will stop suppressing the anus and accept the ultimate pleasure through the anus. There is no place for obscenity as a traditional taboo on the side of logical anus (logical is the nature of order). The genital organs, nipples, the mouth, the anus, the hands and feet are connected to the tools that pressure it, and they bloom throughout the bars, betraying the human body (the weight of humanity).



The architect of the dungeon finally broke down the fantastic ancient castle (Utopia of the beetles) 5 that he had built himself over the past year and became a martyr, abandoning his mission as Xiamen and becoming a true weightless man. Modern Abstractsion, which cannot be reduced to sacred things, meets on the horizon of pornography with contemporary art 6, which created the ultimate Dildo by taking off the bumps of the insect genital, and the music video of a rapper waving his hips. Pornotopia is the utopia and dystopia of Posthuman 8 connected to pleasure machines (media, pornography, Viagra, condoms, etc.) for the production of energy for orgasm, the eyes, ears, mouth, genitals, and nervous systems. There is no tragedy or fear of loss here.



Now in front of the prison exit, imagine red and blue pills in your hands. Pick up the blue pill and you won't go back to prison and wake up from the dream of pornography. After choosing the red medicine, you will now open the door and enter the back of the empty stage. In the dark parking lot, the light of paradise, which covered the eyes, hands, mouth, genitalia and anus, disappeared. It is again a paradise before paradise where the merciful order of God tests the limits of pleasure. In the dark, this masochist tells the story of an experience in which he faced the fear of eternal deportation, naked.



One night, when he was led into a car trunk by a man without a role, contract, or predictable, he experienced the extreme fear of being alone in the wilderness, losing his name, job, family, or safety net of the system. At least that night, he faced himself outside the confines of paradise. In the desert, he faced fear with his true fantasy, which had been hidden behind the role play of sadists and mazoheists, and experienced real violence outside the safe structure of entertainment, turning taboo into a small tool of pleasure. He has no place to go back, no paradise of pleasure to go back to, no future to go back to, no freedom to go back to... Paradoxically, all these possibilities were considered blocked, and all the hidden body senses were revived. And since then, he has been searching for the memory of the day's senses, missing the possibility of a full-blown pleasure behind the impossibility of taboos, perhaps re-stretching the inside and outside of order. This is because I desperately learned that there is a greater violation of pleasure on top of thin and thin infinite pleasure, and that there is more pleasure after greater fear.



Ask you again when you came back from the parking lot. Do you imagine secretly turning a taboo upside down into the wilderness and facing something lost? Not everyone needs to swallow the red medicine. This is because the order of pornography, which expands at an alarming rate, provides predictable desires and unimaginable desires to enjoy in a safe and comfortable utopia. Even the extreme fear and the sublime we face can be experienced here as a well-organized mythical story in the similar experience of the sublime we provide (a simulacra of the wilderness safely built in institutional support).



There may be something more than pleasure to face, but no one can say whether it is pleasure or pain or an unknown area where pleasure and pain do not even exist. But that's the secret of ceaselessly mysterious taboos, the inherent temptation of taboos, and the inner truth hidden in all the epidermis. That's why you have often secretly flown prohibited abyss in the imagination of the violation. Therefore, you may have to keep dreaming of violations in order not to become a dried-up mummy up the steps of compensation in the desert of desolate reality. Because the possibility of choice is the last reward left to us as slaves of order and the inevitable darkness that makes the comfort of reality shine.

The greater the abandonment, the greater the price, and the more certain it is.