≪blue:거;품≫
• 정단단이
• 2024.06.24.~2024.06.30.
• 10:00 ~ 18:00
• AITHER, (48737) 21, Beomil-ro 65beon-gil, Dong-gu, Busan
• https://aither.kr
• 051-977-5272
[Note]
My work is blue. Blue is something that fills my empty space.
I try to fill my half-space with various things, but it doesn't fill up.
At some point, a deep and calm blue color came out and filled my empty spaces.
It wasn't completely filled, but it stayed by my side and healed my wounds when I was hurt. I continue my work in hopes that others will see my blue color and heal.
In order to become a perfect circle or sphere, you take something soft and make it solid here and there, but if you leave one thing out, it goes back to something soft again.
The perfect circle or sphere is myself.
Maybe I am creating a process to become a perfect me. During this process, I realized that I could never be perfect. Because perfect things cannot exist. Even things that look perfect from afar have flaws. When viewed from a distance, the bubbles look pretty or extravagantly pretty. However, if you look closely, it will soon disappear or as you approach it, it will disappear. I thought it was a bubble. And in order to become a perfect person, I made various plans and tried new things. But I thought it was all a vain wish. A bubble appeared once again to represent my absurd reality, and rather than giving shape to the things I hoped and wanted, I created bubbles. I filled my blue color by making bubbles so they wouldn't disappear. I made it again, hoping that the bubbles would not disappear.
≪blue:거;품≫
• 정단단이
• 2024.06.24.~2024.06.30.
• 10:00 ~ 18:00
• AITHER, (48737) 21, Beomil-ro 65beon-gil, Dong-gu, Busan
• https://aither.kr
• 051-977-5272
[Note]
My work is blue. Blue is something that fills my empty space.
I try to fill my half-space with various things, but it doesn't fill up.
At some point, a deep and calm blue color came out and filled my empty spaces.
It wasn't completely filled, but it stayed by my side and healed my wounds when I was hurt. I continue my work in hopes that others will see my blue color and heal.
In order to become a perfect circle or sphere, you take something soft and make it solid here and there, but if you leave one thing out, it goes back to something soft again.
The perfect circle or sphere is myself.
Maybe I am creating a process to become a perfect me. During this process, I realized that I could never be perfect. Because perfect things cannot exist. Even things that look perfect from afar have flaws. When viewed from a distance, the bubbles look pretty or extravagantly pretty. However, if you look closely, it will soon disappear or as you approach it, it will disappear. I thought it was a bubble. And in order to become a perfect person, I made various plans and tried new things. But I thought it was all a vain wish. A bubble appeared once again to represent my absurd reality, and rather than giving shape to the things I hoped and wanted, I created bubbles. I filled my blue color by making bubbles so they wouldn't disappear. I made it again, hoping that the bubbles would not disappear.