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Editorโ€™s Letter Chung Sae Yong ํŽธ์ง‘์ž์˜ ๊ธ€

editor in chief

์ง€๋‚œ 10์›”1์ผ ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ 10์ผ ๋™์•ˆ ๋Œ€๊ตฌ ๋ฐฉ์ฒœ์‹œ์žฅ์—์„œ Artist Run Space ๊ตญ์ œ์ „์„ ๊ฐœ์ตœํ•˜์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ตญ์ œ์ „์€ ์ž‘๋…„์— ๋ฐ€๋ผ๋…ธ ์ž‘๊ฐ€๋“ค์— ์ด์–ด ๋‘ ๋ฒˆ์งธ๋กœ B์ปค๋ฎค๋‹ˆ์ผ€์ด์…˜์ด ๊ธฐํšํ•˜์—ฌ ์ด์–ด๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š” ์ „์‹œ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด๋ฒˆ์—” ๋Œ€๊ตฌ์˜ ๋…๋ฆฝ ์‹œ๊ฐ๋ฏธ์ˆ ์žก์ง€ [b]racket ์žก์ง€ ๊ตฌ์„ฑ์›๋“ค๊ณผ ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ์ถ”์ฒœํ•œ ์™ธ๊ตญ์ž‘๊ฐ€๋“ค, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  B์ปค๋ฎค๋‹ˆ์ผ€์ด์…˜์—์„œ ์ „์‹œํ•œ ์ Š์€ ์ž‘๊ฐ€๋“ค์ด ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์ฐธ์—ฌํ•˜์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ๊ตญ์„ ํฌํ•จํ•ด ๋ฏธ๊ตญ, ์บ๋‚˜๋‹ค, ์˜๊ตญ, ์˜จ๋‘๋ผ์Šค, ๋‚จ์•„ํ”„๋ฆฌ์นด๊ณตํ™”๊ตญ, 6๊ฐœ๊ตญ์—์„œ ์˜จ ์ด 30๋ช…์˜ ๋‹ค์–‘ํ•œ ์žฅ๋ฅด, ์ž‘๊ฐ€๋“ค์ด ๋ฐฉ์ฒœ์‹œ์žฅ ๋‚ด ๋ช‡ ๊ฐœ์˜ ๋Œ€์•ˆ๊ณต๊ฐ„์— ํฉ์–ด์ ธ ์ „์‹œํ•˜์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ „์‹œํ•œ ์ž‘๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋Œ€๊ตฌ Bangchun Artist Run Space ์ฐธ์—ฌ ์ž‘๊ฐ€๋“ค ๊ฐ•๋ฏผ์˜, ๊น€ํ˜„์ˆ˜, ๋ณ€์ง€ํ˜„, ์‹ฌ๊ทœ๋ฆฌ, ์œ ํ˜„, ์ด๋ฏผ์ฃผ, ์ด์ •, ์ •์ธํฌ, ํ•œ์Šนํ›ˆ์ด ์ฐธ์—ฌํ•˜์˜€๊ณ  [b]racket ์žก์ง€ ๋ฉค๋ฒ„๋“ค์€ Jess Hinshaw, Christopher Cote, Mary Heinzel, Sybille Cavasin, Meryl Booth, ๊น€์œค๊ฒฝ, ์•ˆ์€์ง€, ์ •์„ธ์šฉ์ด ์ฐธ์—ฌํ•˜์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  [b]racket ์ถ”์ฒœ ์™ธ๊ตญ ์ž‘๊ฐ€๋“ค์€ Paul Estabrook, Olga Demerendij, Kalena Carter, Stephen Nicol, Joe Berube, Raquel Cruz, Lawrence Blackman, Thurlo Adams, Unmaru, Amy Smith and Tony Clavelli, ๋ ˆ์ด๋ฐ•, ์ž„๋‚˜๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์ฐธ์—ฌํ•˜์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋˜ํ•œ, ๋–ผ์•„๋œจ๋ฅด ๋ถ„๋„์—์„œ ์„ธ๋ฏธ๋‚˜๋„ ์ง„ํ–‰ํ•˜์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์˜ˆ์ˆ ๊ฐ€๋“ค์ด ์‚ฌํšŒ์™€ ๊ด€๊ณ„ ๋งบ๋Š” ๋‹ค์–‘ํ•œ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•๊ณผ ๊ทธ ์‹ค์ฒœ ์ค‘ ์žก์ง€๋ฅผ ํ†ตํ•œ ์˜ˆ์ˆ  ์‚ฌํšŒ ์šด๋™์„ ํ•˜๋Š” bracket ์žก์ง€์˜ ๋งŒ๋“ค์–ด์ง„ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ๊ณผ ์˜๋ฏธ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ง„ํ–‰๋œ ๊ณผ์ •์„ Christopher Cote๊ฐ€ ๋ฐœํ‘œํ•˜์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•„์ž๋Š” B์ปค๋ฎค๋‹ˆ์ผ€์ด์…˜์ด ๋ฐฉ์ฒœ์‹œ์žฅ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ํ”„๋กœ์ ํŠธ์— ์ฐธ์—ฌํ•œ ํ›„ ์ „์‹œ๊ธฐํš๊ณผ ์•„ํŠธ๋งˆ์ผ“ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋งˆ์„์ถ•์ œ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐํšํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋œ ํ™œ๋™์„ ๋ฐœํ‘œํ•˜์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

Editorโ€™s Letter

์ด๋ฒˆ ์ „์‹œ์™€ ์„ธ๋ฏธ๋‚˜๋Š” ์žก์ง€๋ฅผ ํ†ตํ•ด ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋œ ์ข‹์€ ์ž‘๊ฐ€๋“ค๊ณผ์˜ ๊ต๋ฅ˜์™€ ๊ทธ๋“ค์˜ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ๋“ค์„ ์‹ค์ œ๋กœ ๊ฐ์ƒํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ  [b]racket์˜ ๋ฐฉํ–ฅ์„ฑ์„ ๋˜์งš์–ด๋ณด๋Š” ์†Œ์ค‘ํ•œ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฐธ์—ฌํ•œ ๋ชจ๋“  ์˜ˆ์ˆ ๊ฐ€๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ์‚ฌ์˜ ๋ง์„ ์ „ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ๋‚ด๋…„์—๋„ ์ „์‹œ๋ฅผ ํ†ตํ•ด ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ž๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.


[b]racket Issue 27 December 2015

staff

Chung Sae Yong [editor in chief] Christopher Cote [design editor] Whit Altizer [words editor] Seo Hee Joo, PhD [words editor] Kim Yoon Kyung [translation] Yoon Kyung Amanda Lee [digital editor]

artists

Jeong In Hee cocamika@daum.net Andy Knowlton knowltonandy@gmail.com Junkhouse junkhouse.sue@gmail.com Lee Ji Youn leejiyoun07@gmail.com Lucas Redondo Bonet lucasredondo@hotmail.com Joe Wabe joewabe@gmail.com

writers

Sybille Cavasin s.cavasin@hotmail.com An Eun Ji blueblina@naver.com Meryl Booth boothmeryl@gmail.com Greg Reynaud goyovista@gmail.com Lindsay Nash lindsaynash@yahoo.com

contact

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Jeong In Hee

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Lee Ji Youn

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Andy Knowlton

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Lucas Redondo Bonet

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Junkhouse

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Joe Wabe


Jeong In Hee Sybille Cavasin writer

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Jeong In Hee

Upon opening the withered doors of a gallery, a large neon sign illuminating the title of the exhibit, The prison notebook, urgently commanded our attention. Beyond the fluorescent light, sheets of semi-reflective paper coated the walls. Abstract blocks of color bestrewed the art, interrupting and contrasting with the paperโ€™s shiny appearance. As we explored the space our distorted reflections in the work became a prominent feature, like dark shadowy blobs following us around the room. Leaning in to get a closer look, I noticed writing etched into an otherwise smooth surface, but the words were hardly legible. Meanwhile,

my friend reached for a tiny laser suspended from the ceiling by a wire. With the click of a button the writing became clear underneath the glowing ball of light. โ€œItโ€™s her diary,โ€ he uttered to me as we followed the illuminated script in silence. When our eyes made their way across the glossy panels of writing it didnโ€™t feel dishonest, like it would if we were reading secretly out of someoneโ€™s journal. Instead it seemed as though I was getting to know the artist, Jeong In Hee. I felt compassion for her struggles, and found myself increasingly curious about her life. The prison notebook is a series that provides an interface between

viewers and art, inviting spectators to complete it. It was a unique experience with art and I felt something special had been unearthed. Jeongโ€™s work found inspiration in essays by Italian Marxist Antonio Gramsci. While he was imprisoned by Italyโ€™s Fascist government he wrote about a lot of different topics. โ€œHe often scratched words onto various surfaces with sharp instruments not to get caught,โ€ Jeong explained. โ€œI realized that I also feel as if I am being imprisoned when I am alone in my studio,โ€ she says. Jeong re-read diaries she kept throughout her twenties and now incorporates them into


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her art. Making her past public allows her to free herself from its grips. For Jeong, art is a meaningful mode of expression. โ€œIn my work, I try to reflect both personal experiences and the world that surrounds me.โ€ Art isnโ€™t always glamorous, but for Jeong it is a way of escaping sadness and worry. โ€œAlthough making art doesnโ€™t guarantee material wealth, it benefits mental health. It helps me relieve anxiety and satisfy my desires, which is one good thing about being an artist.โ€ Reading and writing are forms of communication that are unique to human beings. Like art, writing can tear down a lot of boundaries presented by

the spoken word. Most people have practiced this as a creative outlet and will understand the connection Jeong is making. Our hopes, dreams, feelings, ambitions, and memories are scribbled onto pages when we are alone and kept hidden in notebooks, usually never to be shared with anyone. โ€œI make art, daydream, and imagine things not to feel imprisoned,โ€ she says. In an attempt to free herself and relate with others, Jeong bravely invites strangers to observe this extremely personal act of creative freedom in The prison notebook. Imagine how liberating that must be. [b]


Andy Knowlton An Eun Ji

ํ”„๋ž‘์Šค์—์„œ ํƒœ์–ด๋‚˜๊ณ  ์›Œ์‹ฑํ„ดD. C

ํ•„์ž๋Š” ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•œ๋‹ค. ํ•™์ฐฝ ์‹œ์ ˆ

๋ˆˆ์„ ์‚ฌ๋กœ์žก๋Š” ํŽธ์ง€์ง€๊ฐ€ ๋งค๊ฐœ์ฒด๊ฐ€

์—์„œ ์ž๋ž€ ์•ค๋”” ๋†€ํŠผ์€ ๋Œ€ํ•™ ์กธ์—…

ํฌ๋ฆฌ์Šค๋งˆ์Šค๋‚˜ ์–ด๋Š ํŠน๋ณ„ํ•œ ๋‚ , ๋ฐ˜

๋˜์—ˆ๋“ , ์–ด์ฐŒ๋๊ฑด ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์œผ๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ์˜

ํ›„ ์‹œ์™€ ๊ธ€์“ฐ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊พธ์ค€ํžˆ ํ•ด์˜ค๋‹ค,

์ „์ฒด ํ•™์šฐ๋“ค์ด ์ ์€ ๊ธ€๊ท€์™€ ํŽธ์ง€๋“ค์„

์ œ์˜๋กœ ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ์†์„ ๋ป—์–ด

์ถœํŒ์˜ ์–ด๋ ค์›€์„ ๊นจ๋‹ซ๊ณ  ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ ๋ฐฉ์•ˆ์„

๋ฐ•์Šค ์•ˆ์— ์„ž์–ด ํ•™์šฐ๋“ค์ด ์ž„์˜๋กœ

๊ฒฐ๊ตญ์€ ๊ฐœ์ธ์ ์ธ ๋งŒ๋‚จ์„ ๊ฐ€์กŒ์„

๊ถ๋ฆฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์‹œ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด

ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์”ฉ ํ•˜๋‚˜ํ•˜๋‚˜ ๋ฝ‘์•„์„œ ์ฝ๋˜

๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. Drunken Poets Dolls

์ฝ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์›ํ•˜๋Š”๋ฐ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋ณด๋‹ค

์žฌ๋ฏธ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•œ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์น˜ ๋“ค์ผœ๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ

ํ”„๋กœ์ ํŠธ๋Š” ์• ์ดˆ์— ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์‹œ๋ฅผ

ํšจ๊ณผ์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋ณด์ผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„์ง€๋ฅผ

๋‚จ์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์„ ์ฝ์–ด๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ ๋“ฏ, ๋น„๋ฐ€์Šค๋Ÿฐ

๋ณด๋‹ค ๋งŽ์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ๋…ธ์ถœ์‹œํ‚ค๋Š”

์—ฐ๊ตฌํ•˜๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์นจ๋‚ด ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š”

์ชฝ์ง€์™€ ์—ฐ๊ฒฐ๋œ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ์ผ๋Š”์ง€๋„

์š•๋ง์œผ๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์ถœ๋ฐœํ•˜์˜€์œผ๋‚˜,

๊ณจ๋ชฉ๊ธธ์ด๋‚˜, ์ฑ…๋ฐฉ-์ฑ… ์‚ฌ์ด์— ๋ผ์›Œ์ง„

๋ชจ๋ฅธ ์ฒด, ๊ณต์ธ๋œ ์‚ฌ์ ์ธ ๋งŒ๋‚จ์„

์ „ํ†ต์ ์ธ ๋ฐฉ์‹์ธ ๋ณต์‚ฌ-์ธ์‡„-๋Œ€๋Ÿ‰

์ชฝ์ง€, ์นดํŽ˜, ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ์˜ท์ง‘์— ์žˆ๋Š”

ํ†ตํ•ด ๋Š๋‚€ ๋ฌ˜ํ•œ ๊ธฐ์–ต๋“ค์ด ์ƒ๊ฐ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค.

์ƒ์‚ฐ์—์„œ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚˜ ์›๋ณธ ๋‹จ ํ•˜๋‚˜์˜

์˜ท๊ฐ€์ง€๋“ค์˜ ์ฃผ๋จธ๋‹ˆ ์†์— ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์‹œ๋ฅผ

์•ค๋””์˜ ๋ฉ”๋ชจ๋„ ๊ธธ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์— ์•‰ํžŒ

์‹œ์™€ ์ต๋ช…์˜ ํ–‰์ธ์ด ๋งŒ๋‚œ๋‹ค๋Š”

์ˆจ๊ฒจ ๋„ฃ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

์ธํ˜•์ด๋“ , SNS ๊ณตํ•ด๋กœ ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ํ”ผ๋กœํ•œ

์ ์—์„œ ์ผํšŒ์ , ์ผ์‹œ์ ์ด๋‹ค. ์–ด์ฐŒ

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Andy Knowlton ์•ค๋”” ๋†€ํŠผ


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์•ค๋”” ๋†€ํŠผ

๋ณด๋ฉด ์˜ˆ๊ธฐ์น˜ ์•Š์€ ๋ธ”๋ผ์ธ๋“œ ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ

์ง€๋‚˜๋‹ค๋‹ˆ๋Š” ๊ธธ๊ฐ€์˜ ๋ฒฝ์„ ๊พธ๋ฏธ๋Š”

๊ฐ™๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•˜๋‹ค. ์€๋ฐ€ํ•œ ์†Œํ†ต์˜ ์†๊ธธ๋กœ

์ผ์ด๋‹ค. ๋ฒฝ์„ ๊ตฌ์„ฑํ•˜๋Š” ๋ฒฝ๋Œ์˜ ๊ธด

์œ ์ธํ•˜๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋“œ๋ ํฐ ์ธํ˜•๋“ค์€

๋ฉด๊ณผ ์งง์€ ๋ฉด์˜ ์งœ์ž„์ƒˆ๋กœ ๋‚จ๊ฒจ์ง„

๊ทธ๋กœํ…Œ์Šคํฌํ•˜๊ณ  ์–ด๋”˜๊ฐ€ ์–ด์ƒ‰ํ•˜๋‹ค๋Š”

ํ˜•ํƒœ๋Š” ์ž‘์€ ์•ก์ž๋“ค์ด ๋‚˜์—ด๋˜์–ด

์ธ์ƒ์„ ๋ฐ›์„ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ

๋งค์ผ ์ง€๋‚˜๋‹ค๋‹ˆ๋˜ ์•ค๋””์—๊ฒŒ ๋ง์„ ๊ฑธ์–ด

๋” ์—ฐ๋ฏผ์ด ๊ฐ€๊ณ  ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ€์„œ ๊ทธ์˜

์˜จ ๋ชจ์–‘์ด๋‹ค. ์ผ๊ณผ ์ง‘์„ ๋ฐ˜๋ณตํ•˜๋ฉฐ

์ทจ์ค‘์ง„๋‹ด์„ ๋“ค์–ด์ค˜์•ผ ํ•  ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™๋‹ค.

๊ถŒํƒœ๋กœ์šด โ€˜์ง€๋‚˜๋‹ค๋‹ˆ๊ธฐโ€™์— ์ง€์นœ ๊ทธ๋Š”

Andy Knowlton

๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ธธ์„ ๊ฐ€๋‹ค๊ฐ€

์•™์ฆ๋งž๊ณ  ๊ท€์—ฌ์šด ์ธํ˜•๋“ค์„ ๋ฒฝ๋Œ

์ˆ ์— ๋˜๋Š” ์‹œ์— ์ทจํ•œ ์ธํ˜•์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ• 

์‚ฌ์ด์‚ฌ์ด์— ์•‰ํžˆ๊ฑฐ๋‚˜, ์„ธ์›Œ ๋„ฃ์–ด ํฐ

๊ฒƒ์ด๊ณ (๊ธธ ์œ„์—๋Š” ์•ค๋””๊ฐ€ ์ง์ ‘

๋ฒฝ๋ฉด ๊ฐค๋Ÿฌ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์™„์„ฑ ์‹œ์ผฐ๋‹ค. ๋ฉ•์‹œ์ฝ”

๋งŒ๋“  ์ธํ˜•์— ์‹œ๊ฐ€ ์ ํžŒ ๋ฉ”๋ชจ๋ฅผ

๋ฏผ์† ๊ณต์˜ˆ์— ๊ด€์‹ฌ์ด ์ƒ๊ธด ์‹œ๊ธฐ๋ผ

๋ณ‘๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋†“๋Š”๋‹ค), ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€๋Š”

๋น„์Šทํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ชจ์‚ฌํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„๋„, ์ธํ˜•์˜

์ปคํ”ผ๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์‹œ๋ฉฐ ํ…Œ์ด๋ธ” ์œ„์— ๋†“์ธ

๋ชจ์Šต์ด๋‚˜ ์บ๋ฆญํ„ฐ๋“ค์ด ์›์‹œ ๋ถ€์กฑ์˜

๋Ÿฌ๋ธŒ๋ ˆํ„ฐ๋ฅผ,ํ˜น์€ ํ”ผํŒ…๋ฃธ์—์„œ ์ž…์–ด

ํ˜•ํƒœ๋ฅผ ๋‹ฎ์•„ ์žˆ๋‹ค. ์บ๋ฆญํ„ฐ๋“ค์€

๋ณธ ์˜ท์˜ ์ฃผ๋จธ๋‹ˆ ์†์—์„œ ์šฐ์—ฐ์ฐฎ๊ฒŒ

์ผ์ƒ์—์„œ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์˜ ๋ชจ์Šต์—์„œ

๋งŒ์ ธ์ง€๋Š” ์—”๋””์˜ ์‹œ๊ตฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์˜

์˜๊ฐ์„ ๋ฐ›์€ ๊ฒƒ์œผ๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์†Œ๋ฐฉ๊ด€,

ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๊ฟ”๋†“์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ์˜ˆ๊ธฐ์น˜

๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ, ์Šˆํผ๋งจ, ๋ ˆ๊ณ , ๋ฐฐํŠธ๋งจ,

์•Š์€ ์„ค๋ ˜๊ณผ ๋งŒ๋‚จ์€ ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ•œ ์ผ์ƒ์„

๋“œ๋ผํ˜๋ผ ๋“ฑ ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€์ง€ ์บ๋ฆญํ„ฐ๋“ค๊ณผ

์‚ฌ๋Š” ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์—๊ฒŒ ์งœ๋ฆฟํ•œ ๊ฐ๋™์„ ์ค€๋‹ค.

์–ด๋–ค ์ธํ˜•์€ ๊ฝƒ์„ ๋“ค๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ณ  ์‹œ๊ฐ€

๋ฌธํ•™์  ์ƒ์ƒ๋ ฅ๊ณผ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋กœ

์ ํžŒ ๋ฉ”๋ชจ๋ฅผ ๋“ค๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ์ธํ˜•๊นŒ์ง€

์ฑ„์›Œ์ง€๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ์„ธ๊ณ„๋Š” VIVA LA

๊ทธ์˜ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ํƒœ๋„๋ฅผ ์ฝ์„ ์ˆ˜

VIDA ํ”„๋กœ์ ํŠธ์—์„œ๋„ ๋ณด์ธ๋‹ค. 650

์žˆ๋‹ค. [b]

๊ฐœ๊ฐ€๋Ÿ‰์˜ ์†์ˆ˜ ๋งŒ๋“  ์ธํ˜•์œผ๋กœ ๋งค์ผ


Junkhouse Greg Reynaud

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Junkhouse

South Koreaโ€™s post-war reconstruction efforts deemed it necessary to forego the tan and earth toned habitations in favor of concrete and steel. Once undisturbed views of green hills and mountains are now accompanied by grayish towers stretching to the sky. Traditional wooden structures are regarded as antiquities, ancestors to this world of rapid transition. Modernized cities built on the decay of the past are where the work of Junkhouse thrives. Cruise along the streets of Busan or Seoul and you just might run into some of Junkhouseโ€™s colorful idiosyncratic characters frolicking about concrete walls.

Junkhouse is a prolific artist with formal training and an abundance of experience. Her education began with a Multimedia Design diploma from Induk University in 2001, which culminated in a move to Melbourne, Australia. She went on to complete a Bachelorโ€™s in Graphic Design from RMIT and received her Masterโ€™s in Multimedia Design from Monash. In addition to having over thirty domestic and international exhibitions and projects under her belt, she has participated in several residencies and workshops throughout South Korea. The name Junkhouse itself is a patchwork, a reference to

her 2003 dwelling, a โ€œreal life junkhouseโ€ for prudent students in Seoul. The name also represents a yearning to be understood by Koreans and English speakers alike. As a resident, Junkhouse is fully aware of the concrete jungle that is Seoul. Her artist statement reads, โ€œEverything that exists, regardless of size and material, are life forms that breathe.โ€ Her brush strokes awaken urban landscapes from their greyish slumber, transforming them into a pulsating labyrinth of color and vitality. Her work often starts with a sketchbook and black pen. She transplants


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Junkhouse

her sketches onto canvas or larger surfaces. Initially, she took her art to the streets by wheatpasting images onto walls and buildings. These days, you may find her in a gallery or in broad daylight, standing atop a scaffolding lift, armed with a brush and acrylic paint. The morphed nature of her work can be construed as a reflection of how urban cities are constructed. Pathways often intersect and twist recklessly through the city in a way that seems unplanned. Creating the essence of an environment

where wildlife and humans coexist, may be a way to survive the hustle and bustle of metropolitan life. Symbiosis existing in both organic and inorganic settings, Junkhouse seeks to โ€œfind comfort and peace from places surrounded by concrete and cement, rather than earth and grass.โ€ Rich earth tones are interwoven with the hues of flora and fauna to create โ€œbeautiful mutationsโ€ which are more โ€œfriendly, adorable, and ecstaticโ€ as opposed to โ€œstrange, ugly, and atrocious.โ€

Upon first view, her artwork may inspire prepubescent recollections of an animated wonderland while the politically-minded may take it as a cry against the bulldozers of capitalism. Others may simply view it as an aesthetic improvement to their daily commute. Regardless of the artistic eye of the urbanite, all walks of life can find value in the imaginative world of Junkhouse. [b]


Lee Ji Youn Meryl Booth

Walking down a side street in Daegu, or any major city in Korea, one will often find objects discarded and abandoned in front of residential apartments, furniture stores and most other buildings. Upon the exploration of the city you can expect to come across the skeletal remains of various interesting objects. Lee Ji Youn carefully combines these neglected materials to create a new narrative.

These days Lee gets inspiration from the streets of Daegu, but the Korean-born artist spent the last 12 years living in Europe developing her artistic voice. There she studied at the Bellecour School of Art in France, took residencies at museums and exhibited her work all over Western Europe. After being away for more than a decade, Lee returned to her hometown where she continues to find artistic inspiration. In

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Lee Ji Youn

Daegu her work is influenced by โ€œKoreaโ€™s urban scenery [as it] appears more precarious.โ€ Lee spends a lot of time walking through the dingy alleyways of the city, collecting as many objects and scraps as her arms can carry. For her installation entitled โ€œFalls of the Landscape,โ€ Lee spent every day over five months collecting a range of materials. During these harvests, she walks

through the city and analyzes her surroundings, observing the environment and what she refers to as the circulation of life. When creating her sculptures, she doesnโ€™t alter the found materials. Instead she repurposes them by only placing them alongside other pieces. She leaves the objects to โ€œretain their original state, their nakedness, their authenticity,โ€ and by placing certain objects

together she creates โ€œnew meanings both formal and spiritual.โ€ The discarded objects have physical limitations and a predetermined purpose, which is to say that an umbrella such as in n.9 Falls of the Landscape (page 20) has no other use than shielding a person from rain. It is impossible for the viewer to disassociate the objective reality from the objects in the


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sculpture. Lee says that every piece in the installation โ€œgrows mentally toward its limits and its physical properties in the space where it is placed.โ€ Lee questions the history and process of the different pieces in her sculptures. Using materials, which she often describes as being derisory, she aims to โ€œexploit the poetic density of the everyday, the mundane, the left behind, the ephemeral and unstable.โ€ While she collects these objects, she often imagines their origin and relationship in a human way. She describes the table in n.7 Falls of the Landscape (page 18) as having experienced a kind of shock, resulting in a large hole in the center. Several pieces of measuring tape and linear objects are layered on top and the colorful plastic animal

shapes are scattered and allowed to fall through the piece. The use of the deserted objects provokes the viewer to reflect on the values of society in relation to careless abandonment of material objects and memories. Lee states that time glides noiselessly in some of her pieces and an attentive look reveals something, which finally renders the deserted objects useful. The back streets of the city become removed and the sculpture exists in a state that Lee terms anti-spectacular. In her economic and poetic reconstruction, these fallen landscapes grow in the mind and are only limited by the perspective of the audience. [b]


Lucas Redondo Bonet Seo Hee Joo, PhD

5์‚ด๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ข‹์•„ํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋Š”

๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ณผ๊ฐํ•œ ๊ฒฐ์ •์„ ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค.

๋น ์งˆ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ์˜ˆ์ˆ ๊ฐ€๋“ค์˜ ๋‚˜๋ผ์—์„œ

๋ฃจ์นด์Šค ๋ ˆ๋ˆ๋„ ๋ณด๋„ท(Lucas Redondo

์ผ๋ณธ์—์„œ ๋ฐ•์‚ฌํ•™์œ„๊นŒ์ง€ ๋งˆ์นœ ๊ทธ๋Š”

ํƒœ์–ด๋‚˜ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜๋˜

Bonet)์€ ์ŠคํŽ˜์ธ ๋ฐœ๋ Œ์‹œ์•„

ํ˜„์žฌ, ๋Œ€๊ตฌ์—์„œ ํ•™์ƒ๋“ค์„ ๊ฐ€๋ฅด์น˜๊ณ 

์†Œ๋…„์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ž๋ž‘์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋งํ•œ๋‹ค.

๋Œ€ํ•™์—์„œ ๋ฏธ์ˆ ์‚ฌ๋กœ ์„์‚ฌํ•™์œ„๋ฅผ

์žˆ๋‹ค. ํ•œ๊ตญ์— ์˜จ ํ›„, ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ ์ „์‹œ์—๋„

๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์กด๊ฒฝํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ฐํƒ„ํ•˜๋Š”

๋ฐ›์•˜์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋„์ฟ„์˜ˆ์ˆ ๋Œ€ํ•™์—์„œ ํšŒํ™”๋ฅผ

์ฐธ์—ฌํ•˜์—ฌ ๊ต์ˆ˜๋กœ์„œ๋ฟ๋งŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ

์˜ˆ์ˆ ๊ฐ€๋„ ์ŠคํŽ˜์ธ์„ ๋Œ€ํ‘œํ•˜๋Š”

๊ณต๋ถ€ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. 2001๋…„ ์™€์„ธ๋‹ค ๋Œ€ํ•™์—

ํ™”๊ฐ€๋กœ์„œ๋„ ์—ด์ •์ ์ด๊ณ  ๋ชจ๋ฒ”์ ์ธ

์‚ฌ์‹ค์ฃผ์˜ ํ™”๊ฐ€ ์•ˆํ† ๋‹ˆ์˜ค ๋กœํŽ˜์Šค

๊ตํ™˜ํ•™์ƒ์œผ๋กœ ์ผ๋ณธ์„ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ด

๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด์ด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” 11์›” ๋Œ€๊ตฌ

๊ฐ€๋ฅด์‹œ์•„(Antonio Lopez Garcia,

๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ํ™”๊ฐ€์˜ ๊ธธ๋กœ ๋“ค์–ด์„œ๊ฒŒ ๋˜๋Š”

๋ฐฉ์ฒœ์—์„œ ๊ฐœ์ธ์ „์„ ๊ฐœ์ตœํ•˜๊ธฐ๋„ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

b. 1936)์ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์•ˆํ† ๋‹ˆ์˜ค

๊ณ„๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฃจ์นด์Šค ๋ ˆ๋ˆ๋„์˜

๊ทธ์˜ ์—ด์ •์ ์ธ ์‚ถ์—์„œ

๋กœํŽ˜์Šค์˜ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์ด ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”

์Šค์ผ€์น˜๋ฅผ ๋ณธ ์ผ๋ณธ ๊ต์ˆ˜์˜ ์ดˆ๋Œ€๋กœ

๋ฏธ์ˆ ์˜ ๋‚˜๋ผ ์ŠคํŽ˜์ธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋‹ค์šด ๋ชจ์Šต์ด

์™ธ์ ์ธ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์›€์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ

๋„์ฟ„์˜ˆ์ˆ ๋Œ€ํ•™ ํ™”ํ™”๊ณผ์— ์ž…ํ•™ํ•˜๊ฒŒ

๋ณด์ธ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋งํ•œ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์ƒํˆฌ์ ์œผ๋กœ

์ž‘ํ’ˆ์— ๋‚ด์žฌ๋˜์–ด์žˆ๋Š” ์ง„์ •์„ฑ๊ณผ

๋œ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๋งŒ์•ฝ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜€๋‹ค๋ฉด, ํƒ€๊ตญ์ด

๋“ค๋ฆฌ์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋‹ค. ์–ด์จŒ๋“  ๊ทธ๋Š” ์—˜

์˜ˆ์ˆ ์„ฑ, ์˜ˆ์ˆ ๊ฐ€๋กœ์„œ์˜ ์„ฑ์‹ค์„ฑ์—

์•„๋‹Œ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๊ณ ๊ตญ์—์„œ ์žฌ๋Šฅ์„ ํŽผ์น 

๊ทธ๋ ˆ์ฝ”, ๋ฒจ๋ผ์Šค์ผ€์Šค, ๊ณ ์•ผ, ํ”ผ์นด์†Œ,

์‚ฌ๋กœ์žกํ˜”๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•œ๋‹ค.

๊ธฐํšŒ๋ฅผ ๋งˆ๋ จํ–ˆ์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ ‡์ง€๋งŒ

๋‹ฌ๋ฆฌ, ๊ฐ€์šฐ๋”” ๋“ฑ ์„œ์–‘๋ฏธ์ˆ ์—์„œ

๋ฌด์—‡๋ณด๋‹ค ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ

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Lucas Redondo Bonet

์ฃผ๋ชฉํ•ด์•ผ ํ•  ์ ์€ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์„ธ๊ณ„์˜

๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ณด๋‹ค ์˜ˆ์ˆ 

์ด ์ž‘ํ’ˆ๋“ค์€ ๊ณ ํ–ฅ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์กฑ,

์ง„๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋‚ด๋Š” ์˜ˆ์ˆ ๊ณผ ๊ทธ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์„

๊ต์œก์˜ ์ค‘์š”์„ฑ์„ ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๊ณ  ์ž์‹ ์˜

์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค๊ณผ ๊ณต์œ ํ•จ์œผ๋กœ์จ ์ž์‹ ์˜

ํ†ตํ•œ ๋ฏธ์  ๊ฒฝํ—˜์˜ ๊ฐ€์น˜๋ฅผ ๋ฏฟ๊ณ 

์‚ถ์—์„œ ํ™”๊ฐ€์™€ ๊ต์šฑ์ž๋กœ์„œ์˜ ์ผ์€

๊ฒฝํ—˜์„ ๋‚˜๋ˆ„๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด ๋œ๋‹ค. ์ฆ‰,

์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์ ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ํž˜๋“ค๊ณ 

๋™๋“ฑํ•œ ๊ฐ€์น˜๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ณ ํ–ฅ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์šด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค๊ณผ ์†Œ์‹์„

์–ด๋ ค์šด ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์— ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์ด ์ •์‹ ์ ์ธ

๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ๋œ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ๊ณผ

๋‚˜๋ˆ„๋Š” ์†Œํ†ต์˜ ๋ฐฉ์‹์ธ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜

์˜์ง€๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒฝํ—˜์œผ๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์˜

์˜ˆ์ˆ ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ๊ทธ์˜

๋˜ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์†Œ์žฌ๋Š” ์ธ๋ฌผ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š”

๊ฐ€์น˜๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ์˜๋ฏธ๋ฅผ ๊นจ๋‹ซ๊ฒŒ

์ž‘ํ’ˆ๊ณผ ๋งˆ์ฃผํ•˜๋ฉด ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋”์šฑ ํ’๋ถ€ํ•œ

์ž์‹ ๊ณผ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์šด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์„ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์—

๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•œ๋‹ค. ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งํ•˜์ž๋ฉด,

๋ฏธ์  ๊ฒฝํ—˜์„ ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋œ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์ž‘์—…์€

๋“ฑ์žฅ์‹œํ‚ค๋Š”๋ฐ ๋Œ€๋ถ€๋ถ„ ๊ฐ€์กฑ, ์นœ๊ตฌ,

์–ด๋ฆฐ ์‹œ์ ˆ, ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์›€์ด ๋งŽ์€ ์„ฑ๊ฒฉ์—

์—ฌํ–‰์—์„œ ์ผ์–ด๋‚œ ์ผ๊ณผ ์ธ๋ฌผ์ด ์ฃผ๋œ

๋™๋ฃŒ ๋“ฑ์ด ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชจ๋ธ์ด๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š”

๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค๊ณผ ๋Œ€ํ™”๋„ ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ 

์†Œ์žฌ์ด๋‹ค. ์—ฌํ–‰์—์„œ ์ผ์–ด๋‚œ ์ผ์€

๋ชจ๋ธ์„ ๋ฉด๋ฐ€ํžˆ ๊ด€์ฐฐํ•˜์—ฌ ํ†ต์ฐฐ๋ ฅ

์†Œํ†ตํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋˜ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์„ธ๊ณ„์™€ ์†Œํ†ตํ• 

์ผ๊ธฐ์™€ ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ธฐ๋ก์˜ ํ˜•์‹์ด๋‚˜ ์—ฌํ–‰์˜

์žˆ๊ฒŒ ๋ชจ๋ธ์˜ ์‚ถ์„ ํ‘œํ˜„ํ•ด๋‚ธ๋‹ค. ์‚ฌ์‹ค

์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋„๋ก ์ด๋ˆ ๊ฒƒ์ด ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค.

ํ”์ ์„ ๋”๋“ฌ์–ด ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ

์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด๊ณผ ํ‘œ์ •์—๋Š” ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์˜

๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ํ™”๊ฐ€๋กœ์˜ ์‚ถ์€ ์–ด๋ฆฐ ์‹œ์ ˆ์—

์—ฌํ–‰ํ•˜๋Š” ๋™์•ˆ ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋˜ ๋‹ค์–‘ํ•œ

์‚ถ๊ณผ ์ธ์ƒ์ด ๋‹ด๊ฒจ ์žˆ๋‹ค. ์ž‘๊ฐ€์˜

์ด๋ฏธ ์šด๋ช…์ ์œผ๋กœ ์ •ํ•ด์กŒ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ์ผ์ง€๋„

์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์œผ๋กœ ๋‹ด์•„๋‚ธ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค.

ํ†ต์ฐฐ๋ ฅ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ง๊ด€๊ณผ ๋ฏธ์  ํ‘œํ˜„์ด


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๋ฃจ์นด์Šค ๋ ˆ๋ˆ๋„ ๋ณด๋„ท

๋งŒ๋‚œ ์ธ๋ฌผ ์ดˆ์ƒํ™”๋Š” ๋ฏธ์  ๊ฒฝํ—˜์ž์—๊ฒŒ

๋น„ํŒํ•œ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜ ์ด์ƒ์ฃผ์˜๋Š” ํ˜„์‹ค์—

๋”์šฑ ํ’๋ถ€ํ•œ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์  ์ƒ์ƒ์˜ ์„ธ๊ณ„๋กœ

๊ธฐ๋ฐ˜์„ ๋‘๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฃจ์นด์Šค ๋ ˆ๋ˆ๋„๋Š”

์•ˆ๋‚ดํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•œ๋‹ค. ์ธ๋ฌผ ์ดˆ์ƒํ™”๋Š” ์ด๋Ÿฐ

์ž์‹ ์˜ ๊ฒฝํ—˜์œผ๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์˜

์ ์—์„œ ๋งค๋ ฅ์ ์ธ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์ด ๋˜๋Š”๋ฐ

์ค‘์š”์„ฑ์„ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ณด๋‹ค ์ž˜ ์ธ์‹ํ•˜๊ณ 

์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ž‘๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ ์ดˆ์ƒํ™”๋งŒ์„

์žˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์  ์‹ ๋…์€ ์ฒ ์ €ํžˆ

ํ†ตํ•ด์„œ๋„ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์˜ ๋‹ค์–‘ํ•œ ์‚ถ์„ ์—ฟ๋ณผ

ํ˜„์‹ค๊ณผ ๊ฒฝํ—˜์œผ๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์ถœ๋ฐœํ•˜๊ณ 

์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹ค์–‘ํ•œ ์ธ๋ฌผ์„ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ ๊ทธ์˜

์žˆ๋‹ค. ์‚ฌ์‹ค, ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์ด ์„ธ๊ณ„๋ฅผ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ต๊ฒŒ

์ž‘ํ’ˆ์„ ํ†ตํ•ด์„œ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์ผ๋ณธ์—์„œ

๋ณ€ํ™”์‹œํ‚ฌ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‹ ๋…์€ ์˜ค๋žœ

ํšŒํ™” ๊ณต๋ถ€๋ฅผ ๋ณธ๊ฒฉ์ ์œผ๋กœ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ

์—ญ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ด

์ž์‹ ์˜ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์  ๊ทผ์›์ธ ์ŠคํŽ˜์ธ ๋ฏธ์ˆ ์˜

์‹ ๋…์„ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๋งŽ์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์—

์—ญ์‚ฌ์  ์ „ํ†ต ์•„๋ž˜์— ์žˆ์Œ์„ ๋ถ„๋ช…ํžˆ

์˜ํ•ด์„œ ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ์„ธ๊ณ„๋Š” ๋ณ€ํ™”ํ•ด ์™”๋‹ค.

์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ด์œ ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ์ธ๋ฌผ

๋ฃจ์นด์Šค ๋ ˆ๋ˆ๋„์˜ ์ž‘์—…๋„ ์ด๋Ÿฌํ•œ

์ดˆ์ƒ์ด ๋™์‹œ๋Œ€ ์ž‘๊ฐ€๋“ค์˜ ์‚ฌ์‹ค์ ์ธ

์‹ค์ฒœ์— ๋†“์—ฌ ์žˆ๋‹ค. [b]

์ธ๋ฌผ๋ฌ˜์‚ฌ์™€ ๋‹ค๋ฅด๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด๋‹ค. ๋™์‹œ๋Œ€ ๋ฏธ์ˆ ์—์„œ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ธ๋ฌผ ์ดˆ์ƒ๋“ค์€ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ ๋‚ด์˜ ์ด๋ฏธ์ง€ ํฌ๊ธฐ, ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์˜ ์™ธํ˜•์  ํฌ๊ธฐ, ์™œ๊ณก๋œ ์ธ๋ฌผ ํ‘œํ˜„ ๋“ฑ์œผ๋กœ ์‹œ๊ฐ์  ์ฃผ๋ชฉ์„ ๋ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์—๋Š” ์„œ๊ตฌ ๋ฏธ์ˆ ์‚ฌ์— ๊ธฐ๋ก๋œ ์ŠคํŽ˜์ธ ํ™”๊ฐ€๋“ค์˜ ์ดˆ์ƒํ™”์—์„œ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฏธ์  ํŠน์งˆ์ด ์—ฟ๋ณด์ธ๋‹ค. ์ •์ ์ธ ์ธ๋ฌผ ๋ฌ˜์‚ฌ, ์„ธ๋ถ€ ํ‘œํ˜„, ์ธ๋ฌผ์˜ ๊ตฌ๋„, ํ‘œ์ •, ๊ฐ์ƒ์ž์™€ ๋งˆ์ฃผํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ˆˆ๋™์ž๋Š” ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์••๋„ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ฉด์„œ๊ณ  ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์œผ๋กœ ๋Œ์–ด๋‹น๊ธด๋‹ค. ์‚ฌ์‹ค์ฃผ์˜์  ๊ธฐ๋ฒ•์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ๋ ค์ง„ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ธ๋ฌผ ์ดˆ์ƒํ™”๋Š” ํ™”๋ คํ•œ ์ƒ‰์ด๋‚˜ ๋ฌผ๊ฐ์˜ ๋ฌผ์งˆ์„ฑ์ด

Lucas Redondo Bonet

๋ถ€๊ฐ๋˜๋Š” ๋ถ“์งˆ๋„ ์—†์ด ๋‹ด๋Œ€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์„ ํ‘œ์ถœํ•œ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์€ ๊ณ ์š”ํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ํž˜์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค. ์ž‘๊ฐ€์˜ ๋‚ด๋ฉด์œผ๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๋ฐœํ™”๋˜๋Š” ์—ฌํ–‰์˜ ์ผํ™”์™€ ์ธ๋ฌผ ์ดˆ์ƒ์€ ์ž‘๊ฐ€์˜ ๊ธฐ๋ก์ด์ž ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์  ๊ธฐ๋ก์ด๋‹ค. ์–ด๋ฆด ์  ์ž์‹ ์„ ์„ฑ์žฅ์‹œ์ผฐ๋˜ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์€ ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ์„ธ๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋Š” ์ฐฝ์ด ๋˜์—ˆ๊ณ  ์ด ์ฐฝ์„ ํ†ตํ•ด์„œ ํƒ„์ƒํ•œ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ๋“ค์€ ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์˜ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šด ์ž‘์šฉ์„ ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ์ „ํŒŒํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ด๊ฒƒ์„ โ€˜์˜ˆ์ˆ ์˜ ํ™•์‚ฐโ€™์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ•œ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ํฌ๋งํ•˜๋Š” ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์˜ ๊ฐ€์น˜ ํ™•์‚ฐ์ด ์‚ฌํšŒ ์ „๋ฐ˜์— ๋„๋ฆฌ ํผ์ง„๋‹ค๋ฉด ๋งŽ์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์˜ ์‚ถ์€ ํ’์š”๋กญ๊ณ  ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ต๊ฒŒ ๋  ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ํ˜น์ž๋Š” ์˜ˆ์ˆ ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์ด๋Ÿฌํ•œ ์‹ ๋…์„ ์ด์ƒ์ฃผ์˜๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ๋น„ํ˜„์‹ค์ ์ธ ์‚ฌ๊ณ ๋ผ๊ณ 


Joe Wabe Lindsay Nash

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Memories are muted. They are worn but warm, their edges softened over time in our minds. Itโ€™s these golden recollections that photographer Joe Wabe illustrates beautifully through his photography, connecting his experiences from the past to his present through a fine art camera angle. โ€œThe lack of contrast and warm pastel colors on my photos was a very popular film processing style when I was a kid,โ€ Wabe said. โ€œGiving my photos this color touch brings me back to those days of polaroids and family portraits of the late โ€˜70s and โ€˜80s. I love to give my photos that warm feeling that is inside me, and make the image warm and calm rather than bright and active.โ€

Wabe, a resident of Gwangju, was born in Costa Rica but grew up in Miami, and later graduated from university with a bachelorโ€™s degree in liberal arts. He became an artist through graphic design, and eventually that work coalesced into photography. Itโ€™s easy to see design elements in his photographs, in addition to his natural talent to detect and capture a personโ€™s most intimate self. His masterful eye proves that photography is more than a rule of thirds, but rather a dance, where the partners are light and dark, shadows and reflections, and contours with unseen masses of emotion. For example, in Wabeโ€™s portrait of an elderly gentlemen

(โ€œUntitledโ€, page 26-27), the viewer is taken directly to the manโ€™s left eye, connecting our gaze to his in the brighter light. Then we follow the lines on his face to his open mouth and teeth and again to his forehead, where we imagine what he wonders, what he sees, what he feels at that moment. Wabe is mostly selftaught, but credits a lot of what heโ€™s learned to other photographers. He has been an instrumental leader of the art community in Korea, where he has lived since 2002, when he first arrived with the World Cup. While working as an English and Spanish teacher, he also founded Art Elemento, an art magazine published in Gwangju for two years, which later

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Joe Wabe ์ฃ ์™€๋ฒ 


turned into Photographers in Korea, a website that showcases some of the best photographers in the region. This project has seen great success, and has become the largest network of its kind in Korea, spanning several social media avenues. โ€œMy photos are inspired by my own experiences and feelings inside,โ€ Wabe said. โ€œThere must be a connection with something Iโ€™ve done, or something Iโ€™ve experienced before in order to end up with a good photo. Therefore, people and objects are my favorite subjects. So I can say my life experience, and my relationship with my past and present are my biggest inspiration.โ€

His photos evoke a lot of emotion, and you can argue that maybe itโ€™s the muted colors with the ajummaโ€™s soft hands, like you see in โ€œUntitledโ€ (page 30). Or maybe itโ€™s the beautiful balance of light and dark, which you can see with the lone fisherman in โ€œUntitledโ€ (page 28). But perhaps itโ€™s mostly Wabeโ€™s connection with this world that creates such beautiful images, and the feelings that those images evoke in his viewers. โ€œI believe the best way to capture people and emotion is to have a relationship with the subject,โ€ Wabe said. โ€œIt doesnโ€™t have to be a strong one, or a

long one but the more we know and understand the person who is being photographed the easier it will be to understand their emotions and how to make them come out naturally in a photograph.โ€ In a world where itโ€™s hard to slow down and life seems hectic, bright and oversaturated, itโ€™s photos like these from Wabe that can help keep us grounded in the beautiful memories of yesterday. [b]

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