Ko, Jae Kwoun
With time
Its colour changes
Its corners bruise
And it looks like it has a lot to say
It is the white porcelain that I am working on nowadays
The shape of a porcelain is unique and free
And in that form and space
It shows off its beauty
This is the limit to what the vision allows
This is the perception of a white porcelain
At some point however
I felt the desire to share a story
That touches the heart
Rather than share a story
That is only visible to the eye
It’s true
It may only be imaginary
But the story that I want to share
Is that of the pain and the vacancy
Held in a porcelain
Emptying
Filling
Piling
A story in which the emptied is filled
And the filled is piled
It’s probably the desperation towards the prolonged emptiness
Rather than its staleness
That it hopes to forever be free from the feeling of emptiness
Roh, Jae Soon
There are numerous kinds of sound in our world.
We have been living in the world through our lives. Especially, people in these days seem to be exhausted, tired and frustrated in those tremendous outcries of the sound. But someone might hear the message of affirmation and hope in those sounds. Now in my works, there are the sounds of people's life. I'd like to deliver today's sounds of the world through the lips, signs and scribbles on my works
Park, Dong Chan
Winter Tree
잎새를 다 떨구고 앙상해진 저 나무를 보고 누가 헛 살았다 말하는가, 열매를 다 빼앗기고 냉랭한 바람 앞에 서 있는 나무를 보고 누가 잘못 살았다 하는가?
도종환의 겨울나무中