Whoever you are, No matter how lonely

For the past three years I had received donations of books from various cities of the world such as Seoul, London and Taipei. Books had represented the world of human rationality for centuries but have been abandoned with lost value, in other words, fallen into ruin in the current era. And as a supporter, I have been working on recycling them upon the context of visual art. In the respective process, I concentrated on the point where my personal narrative engaged with the consciousness of the writer and revived it into the field of art. My solo show in ThisWeekend Room, it is sort of expanded version of previous book drawing series. I intend to raise question to the restrictive boundary between art and text (literature), which had been divided by simple physical differences of the tools.

My interest in literature is rooted in Youngha Kim’s ‘Nobody knows What Happened’, and I read Yeonsu Kim’s ‘If the Waves Belong to the Sea’ when I thirsted for delicate sensibility. From Julian Barnes’ ‘The Sense of an Ending’, I was able to learn the depth of relationship between characters and the structure of the story. Michel Houellebecq enlightened the attitude of an artist in ‘The Map and the Territory’, and I read Paul Auster or John Coetzee these days as I am working in deep approach of my latent inner world. From time to time, others’ sentences within the gigantic ocean of literature knows and does better in examining my thoughts and emotions and expressing myself than I do. Literature is a world of infinity and an unknown world with endless path. I owe all the more to literature. - Artist's statement