그 때, 그 날 / 갤러리 민정

 

 먹, 스며드는 풍경  / 예송미술관

 그림, Dream / 경인미술관

 

 Someday / gallery minjung

I pay attention to the colors created anew by light every day. Impatience that they will soon disappear when the sun sets, but relief in knowing that they will return tomorrow. I briefly confront moments of emptiness that I sought out.

Is it when a familiar presence is absent that it reminds us to be vigilant in our complacency? Time and existence flow and disappear like the light in the sky, and the colors of the light that passed are engraved in the mood of that day. I want to keep it to myself, but I also want to tell someone.

Like looking at myself from a third person's perspective when restraining emotions, in the technique of expression, the primary colors and their proportions are calculated. Thinking of the opposite properties of light and color, I trace back the color of the sky. Instead of the primary colors of light, I reproduce the light by layering the opposite colors of the primary colors of color.

The colors are layered one by one, without mixing, like light that appears to be "superimposed." I meditate by repeating the process of carefully combing, drying, and combing again dozens of times. If the essence of what exists as a material thing is equal to what is perceived visually, I hope that light can be expressed as a good tool to represent all of existence.