Exhibition Information

Hong Ran, A stimulating taste_2
2019 Oil on Canvas 50x50cm

Guna, White bone from address
2019 Mixed Media 82(w)x7(h)x70(l)cm

Park Jin-heung, Rest-Sick Day
2019 38x24cm 38x24cm

Han Sang-jin, From landscape
2019 Ink on febric 79x159cm

			Park Soo-geun Art Museum's 14th Artist's Solo Exhibition :: Various

Park Soo Geun Museum


Park Soo-geun Museum of Art is currently working as a 14th author of Park Soo-geun’s creative studio at Park Soo-geun Museum and Park Soo-geun Pavilion from Feb. 8 to April 26, and it won’t work.hold an exhibition I hope the public can understand and sympathize with the world of works by the four artists, Gu Na, Park Ji-hwa, Han Sang-jin and Hong Ran, through exhibitions prepared in memory of Park Soo-geun's art soul while staying in Yanggu for the year 2019.


Guna_Two-Double Table of Contents

You follow with my voice in front of you. In the slowness of no time to argue, you disappear into the light one day. Your voice was the only reason for me There is no choice but to stop the inevitable repetition. 'Let's get started.' The Ivory Valley contains peach bones. Sentimental login, now with tension.

You, who thought you had disappeared, stood in a circle with an apricot-colored face, as darkness fell. I stand with my wet hair flowing down like a waterfall. 'At last you and I have formed a relationship.' The relationship was hazy but tense and it made each other happy.

Tea time, they look down on themselves rather than at each other. You have shoulders above your neck, bones of an outward curve, arms of half length... Then the crunching white hills, the crushing earthquakes, the emerald-beige water... It's me. A sloppy error, you and I are becoming scenery to another cage.

"Lalia" rhymes with two voices. Two gestures of 'tap' create strength. He hears white in his only voice and carries on the glibness with his only gesture. The only twins, the only scenery, then the Sentimental Login again.


Park Promotion_compensation, Daily Life

Everyone wants a break from everyday life.
Being an artist, I get a restful pleasure when my arm is resting.
I'm a human being before I'm an artist.
I think I'm resting only when my legs are stretched out.
I fall into the euphoria that my soul is resting when it rests.
I paint, and I don't have arms, but I've got souls and legs resting.
He paints me.
Only then do I paint my life on a daily canvas as if it would lead me to a perfect dream of rest.

Old people sitting smoking, women sitting in the laundry area chatting and doing laundry, young children playing with air in the alley. This was the daily life of Park Soo-geun in the past day. Decades later, I see people focusing on smartphones on subways, buses, cafes and streets.

For us modern people, smartphones are living with primitive powers such as primitive stone axes. We are living by hunting money on smartphones, shopping clothes like we get leather from hunted animals, ordering delivery food like we want food, and leaving a record of our lives with selfies like murals in caves.

the rest of this age

* Cairnsia: Spanish for Querencia refuge, resting place. It means a resting place for cows ahead of their final showdown with the bullfighter at the bullfight, and has recently been called a phenomenon for modern people tired of busy daily routines to find their own resting place.


Han Sang-jin_Free Flowing Scenic Area

My work is done outside. Here, outside is the place where the inside and the outside meet and the inside of the indicative language opens.

The landscapes, people and objects that I meet in Yanggu are mainly unfamiliar landscapes that are beyond interests, and the work that is done in them is based on a communion that opens up my identity and identity.

The landscape at dawn and dusk is a vague image and changes from its original appearance, like a landscape of rain and fog eyes, and from itself in the flowing time and space.

Images that cannot be captured, such as flowing clouds and whispers of wind, are not merely a realistic reenactment of the landscape, but are becoming something of uncertainty that keeps in touch with the landscape, becomes an ink drawing that appears as a body trace and moves away from the concrete shape. -Artist's note


Hong-ran_Actually, Camomile tea doesn't work.

For the first time in my life, my doctor advised me to take chamomile tea instead of medicine. On my first mental treatment in my life, my doctor advised me to take family tea instead of mediaine.

as smooth as water, as violently as flowers

You may be already exhausted. I can't shake off frustration, lethargy and anxious minds. We face a cruel reality where the gap between the ideal and the reality creates an uncertain future, and we can endure the ups and downs of life. But nevertheless, we can't just turn a blind eye to the ever-changing reality and remain in despair I hoped that the dark part of my obsessive mind would be the driving force, and that my abyss, which in any way could not be perfectly explained, would be expressed. "Every artist eventually paints himself," and this time my work reveals me well, even though it's not a self-portrait.

Those who seemed to be able to break me down at any time always showed up from close quarters, feeling a sense of deprivation and frustration. From the moment I decided to become an artist, it was almost impossible to keep my innocence. The world looked as cruel as it was when it was located at the bottom of the ecosystem food chain, and ugly things Looking at them and going through big and small things, the unorganized emotions tangled together. The darkness in each individual's mind, acquired within this structure, has become an invisible inflammation that cannot be easily taken out. It has been continuously interested in psychological disorders caused by mental wounds such as depression, bipolar disorder, panic disorder, etc. and recognizes the sickening darkness as an individual living in a contemporary age and tries to continue to feel pain and sadness. And in it, we offer solace and try to bring down points that we can relate to together.