A Sunday Morning When No Sound of Children Playing is Heard

The artists tend to be tenacious enough to explore one of the numerous thoughts existing in the world regardless of the recognition from others.

I am not an exception. For the last ten and some years, I have dreamt of being recognized by others, while struggling to secretly project the primitive on my painting.

While secretly indulging in the sweetness of the modern civilization, my contradictory life completely unrelated to the intended message in the painting, posed a significant challenge and burden to conveying a coherent message.

While passing 1980s, 1990s, and 2000s, my life has changed much.

My artist’s life in Paris and New York seems to have allowed me, compared with other artists walking their ways in Korea, to enjoy the hydrodipomania of culture, while being able to approach a more specific and futuristic thinking.

However, just as our contemporary people, being well aware of the fact that the Earth is round, no longer engage in debates akin to Galileo's era, so I couldn't help but realize the limitations in the expression of Primitif that I sought to pursue.

Regardless of my will to return to the nature, the primitive forests of Amazon and Africa become more and more desolate due to the encroach of our contemporary civilization. The heat gushed out by our human ambition tinges the Earth more red. Because I am also a little terrorist endangering the existence of our Earth, I cannot overlook such a contradiction.

However, what is more important is the change of my emotion about the phenomena. As a painter, the way of talking is not important. What is necessary is the expression of an action projecting some reasonable thinking on my meditation.

There are numerous individuals who draw savory paintings using the excellent techniques. However, I cannot but feel a high wall obstructing ‘An ism’ pursued and systemized by me.

I believe that the art should not remain being expressed. It is my conviction that only the expressions excluding the category of the expression itself would draw the people into the crater of ‘An ism’ to erupt together.

Now is not the time of Impressionism.

What am I doing in this age when the Mars is being explored and we can peep into every event of the world with a small mobile. Now is not the time when we are enthusiastic for the electric lights, telephones and radios.

OIL PAINTING!

I feel that I am a real idiot.

If I should be awakened of my reality, should I produce a more progressive high-end media or slick installation?

Shouldn’t the people be enthusiastic to see them?

Why do people feel a flavor of instinct before the cave painting drawn in the stone age?

Why do they read and learn Buddha’s words preached 2500 years ago?

Human beings are a medium with physical vitality, capable of perceiving time within the limits bestowed upon their vitality, and we can use the languages.

Even in the high-end modern civilization, human beings cannot help but feel the temperature of the iceberg. The true essence of humanity, unchanged throughout time, is not only about experiencing emptiness in life within the given time frame, but also about expressing the thrill obtained from moment to moment, which we refer to as art.

Importantly, we cannot deny the fact that we greet an age when we can sublime any awakening beyond our mental limit into an art.

In particular, the scope of our contemporary art is too broad and wide to be expressed. However, the reality is that imbuing it with life and artistry should be the responsibilities of the artist and the audience.

We should admit that we are greeting an age when anybody cannot afford to define a single genre of art.

PAINTING!

Idiots!

At first glance, it would evoke a sense of vintage. However, it is deemed necessary to express the spirit of the time we feel and then, express the real problems with the Primitif mode, and lastly, look back upon them. This is a XP Black & white Painting allowing us to look back again.

Despite being oil on the screen, the intense impression comes from the desire for a single color to exist completely, which stems from the spirit of primitif. The unmixed natural state of the color sense and the strict monochrome and lines are untouched. The colors are in their natural, unmixed states. And placing strict monochrome and lines untouched by separation above black and white, which are the beginning and ending of all colors on Earth. Through this, the people of this era seek to express real-time freedom, mentally escaping, believing that they can have a resonance that can be obtained from the instinctive sensibilities.

Another symbol maintaining a sense of freedom on the canvas as much as one like is the minimal forms installed in the 4 corners. They play the role of the door keeper who allows the primitive subjects to play themselves freely.

Freedom and strictness seem to be extremity vs. extremity, but they are surely a unity.

What is important is the painting itself. However, what is more important is the possibility that the artist who walks a long way with it on his bag should be able to look at his or her behaviors reflected on the mirror. I thought about such an introspection this morning.

If I cannot afford to see my own problems, I should not expect of me as an artist.

As said above, the contemporary art of this age is vague in terms of its beginning and ending.

What is the key is who expresses what and how, and thereby, how to raise a problem attracting the audience.

Since there are human beings, every genre of art is required. And they should be produced, attracting our attention.

In this age, who can dare evaluate and judge the works of an artist.

In this context, I look at the people.

For it is the only key to judge his artistry.

At the school in front of an apartment housing in New York.

A Sunday morning when no sound of children playing is heard.

Dec. 06, 2010

Choi Woolga