A ROUTINE OF A NARRATIVE

Growing old, I suppose, is a process of grasping a word. Now the true meaning of “drawing” seems to come up with an answer. How often was I trapped in ideological frame and denied and doubted art itself in the past.

Drawing is to draw something. However effective technology was borrowed and molded into an ideology by crossbreeding between concept and concept, it is no more than an overtalk. Unless it is the contents resulting from concreteness of life and purely laborious art evaporating the essence, it must be lacking in genuineness.

All my surrounding is an awe-inspiring Scripture. Life become shallow when we can’t see a daily routine more than what is. Sunset or an empty cup on the table are Scriptures. If ‘you’ and ‘I’ are a segmental being, universe is meaningless. No myth and no religion. therefore surely no life. However, when a gust of wind, a tiny hayseed, my sigh and your laughter is reflected on a fine Indra bead, the finely mesh of a net is connected with the Scripture and universal Narrative structure.

The Scripture should be read not with sound but with eyes. My art may be the epilogue to the Scripture. Narrative structure to object and phenomenon concealing a daily routine. This is why in my art world these are my aesthetic idea from outside and resources destroying knowledge in a moment and reason to cherish my life time.