Passersby, Boy, May, Jaeyeol Han
The moment of faces seen fleetingly expires and can never be retrieved. The fold within this phenomenon is not unlike the gap separate the ideal from daily life, or concept from reality. Within this moment of irony, where image engages temporality, many things come into brief existence and disappear; things glimpsed that engage the depths of our shared humanity. I aim to capture this primal energy, instinctively find the order born out of chaos. Disrupted, sundered, yet self-contained; the face carries a paradoxical energy. Tuning the ruptured marks, the waves of spattered paint on the canvas, so that they resonate with my adopted color theory, so that they capture the energy I see, I know no pleasure beyond this. The sculptural nature of my painting. The process of creating a face is like an alchemy reversing the butchering of an animal: graphic lines as bone become muscle, become fat, all of it hidden under the skin. The act of raising an oil stick and making the first mark is an action of pure bliss, done solely with my body’s strength, where I’m connected from the shoulder to the tip of my fingers without the interference of a brush. Paint, pressure, speed, rhythm, calculation and emotion, everything finding its own measure. Each stroke hurls out an unfamiliar new artifact that takes the exact shape of my action. This is an intimidating business, but a surprisingly exciting business. I consider my current project as the starting point of a story that will take my entire lifetime to tell. In terms of filmmaking, this would be the casting period. Every painting is the face of a future actor or actress in search of a leading role. They jostle for their place in the narrative that will follow the introduction of all my characters.
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