I’m going in. Oksu-dong. Inside the 12th district.
As long as it exists, existential values and beauty can be found in any form. Even if it is left behind and abandoned. Oksu-dong District 12 is ahead of its demolition. There was a space that existed obviously but was forgotten and abandoned. The first impression of the landscape was not very good. The unfamiliar space, excessive silence, and chilling and chilly energy surrounded me, making me feel wary of myself. However, I felt somewhat disappointed at the same time even though it was a lonely and gloomy landscape at the thought of space in front of the impending end of “removal.”
They were openly revealing their existential justification, personality, and beauty. The texture of time, light, and memory expresses the sadness and pain of separation, painted ink paintings and Seonhwa paintings with mold and dust, and carved free scenes with rain and wind. They were now freed from the meaning of values and possessions given by others in the past and were no longer supporting roles but being reborn as leading roles.
It’s a stationary time, but nothing seems to represent free of charge more realistically than this. Someday, their existence will become dust and make new memories as another part of existence.
I wanted to keep some of the stories that would disappear in silence as living memories. The dead world, which was buried as if it did not exist in the first place due to the prestige of reconstruction, was transformed beyond the camera lens into a world where light, wind, time, and memories were combined. In itself, it was original and attractive. Something precious that reality was covering was revealing as it was.
The things that exist there are not identical things. Each person records his or her own memories, usefulness, and emotions. They often remind some people of their memories and feelings while leaving behind what is left behind. It seems to keep its place with time.
Each building and room was once an isolated and separate world. This was a distinction by others regardless of their will. It was a kind of “gold” drawn by humans for their own convenience. Then, gradually, human visits were cut off, and the blurred boundary became a huge and lonely mass. I don’t know if it has a special meaning because it will be left behind, thrown away, and gone. Or, I don’t know if I have the power to fall into memories as I work with the remaining space and emotions.
There is a lot of space around us that has faded beyond our perception. No matter what name it is, once you notice something and explore space with a new perspective, you will discover the weight of an unbearable being. Maybe it’s a self-portrait of a memory hidden inside me. I think we need to rename the existence of things that will disappear. They will not disappear but will be remembered as newly born beings. It will be reborn as a different being through the process of coloring that adds novelty to the unique meaning and value of the past.
One day, I witnessed a strange sight while driving.
Intense green lights were spreading through the mountain ridges. The momentum was so strong that I could feel the pressure. It was as if an alien fleet had landed over the mountain. After witnessing the mysterious moment, I became curious about the identity of the light. What I finally learned was that the source of light was the “golf practice range.” The golf practice range, which drew attention, emit green light at night and showed a different status than during the day. It was colorful, magnificent, and sometimes showed numerous fantasies. Something that was insignificant was suddenly imprinted. Now, wherever I go, I’m going to stand and give a new name to the golf practice range that spreads the intense green light.
It’s called “the Green Net Palace”.
Write Ryu Ga Heon
Edit Editor Han Ji Hee
Edit Editor Han Ji Hee