Seeing the invisible ㅣ Curator, Chae-Won YoonThere are many kinds of catalysts reminding people of their memories. Things like incense you’ve smelled or feeling you’ve touched. Such experiences bringing memories very trivial but forgotten completely to mind often provide an

In September, it was the best season for traveling. However, as many people enjoy preparation periods just as much as traveling itself, I’d been in Spain since Summer. During preparation, the most difficult thing was making airline reservations while falling

Objet O As the exhibition title, 'Objet O' originated from ‘objet a,’ or objet petit-a, one of main concepts of Jacques Lacan. Here, 'O' is regarded as ordinaire, meaning common or ordinary, as original, meaning creative or original, and as ouvert,

Auditorium series is a series of black and white photos taken inside the school auditorium in 2006. When there is a religious service, it is crowded with students. But when I took the photos, it was dark and quiet. An

Polaroid Works Before working on photography, there were a number of attempts that used different media. Maybe it was because I chose a heavy topic such as death or perhaps it was because I lacked experiences and philosophy, but in many

There is a cinema complex on the way home where many people come and go. At the entrance of the cinema is a numbered ticket dispenser. Sometimes as I pass by I just take a numbered ticket for no reason.

Working on photography is a series of making choices.  I have to choose the subject, frame and timing.  This series of works is not always pleasant like the sound of pressing the shutter.  My standard for the choice was “Here

In September 2004, my life in France began. It was a severance from the familiar past. I needed a passage to a new world through linguistic and cultural barriers. The physical and spatial symbol of this passage was a door

With the widespread use of washing machines, I came across a washboard abandoned in the laundry room. Having lost its original role and function, its dry and worn state reminded me of my grandmother. The cracks in the wooden board