Sound,
noise, and music are not separate concepts; one’s recognition of each shifts
with subjective thought and sense. The world is filled with innumerable sounds,
and noise is always present around us yet remains unnamed as a “being.”
Following Schafer’s question: “What sounds do we want to preserve, encourage,
and multiply?” As a person in the world, Kwon would likely answer: “It differs
for each of us.” Schafer then asks, “How, through art—and especially music—does
humanity create an ideal soundscape for another life: a life of imagination and
spiritual reflection?”5
The answer belongs to viewers and readers. Still, in
Kwon’s work—as an artist who harmonizes personal sensibility with social
consciousness—we can find one clue, one case. Consider the popular soundscape
of contemporary urban life. Uncontroversially, traffic noise predominates. In a
greened park, in an alley dense with large housing complexes, even in a small
theater in a busy district, the sounds of speed from cars, airplanes, and
trains resound near and far. In the convenient urban life afforded by diverse
infrastructures, soundscapes are nearly standardized, and urbanites suffer a
degree of collective hard-of-hearing amid ceaseless machine hum. How then can
soundscapes, in such an environment, become a way to imagine another life?
Over
the last decade Kwon has developed projects that play recorded or collected
sounds—using, for example, headsets equipped with positioning systems and
ambisonic technologies—in varied forms. This is not an aural re-education
project that, within an indiscriminate and chaotic sound circumstance, asks you
to separate micro sonic elements and savor them as “pleasant.” The semantic
stratum of sound differs from piece to piece, so we cannot generalize; but
drawing on my memories of a few works I have directly experienced and related
documents, a common principle is a “disjunction” between sight and hearing.
Wearing headphones in the usual way, one is separated from the visual reality
before one’s eyes and immersed in an individuated auditory world; unlike the
experience of hearing a sound that corresponds to the visual scene—say, a car
passing on the road ahead—one hears sounds decoupled from the visible
landscape. Kwon then rebinds the headphone-borne sound to the physical space
inside and outside the eyes in a novel way. This parallels how sight and sound
work in cinema: images do not contain sounds; in film, sound, like vision, is
edited and montaged. Kwon does not use video or photographic imagery, and
instead confronts us with real-time, natural space; yet through sound-editing
alone, the image of visible reality is transformed.
From
Cheongju to Kyiv (2022) mapped the soundscape of an imaginary
city in a museum’s outdoor plaza, so that visitors could wander with headphones
and listen. There is no particular relation between Kyiv, the capital of
Ukraine, and Cheongju, a provincial Korean city. Yet Kwon, attentive to the
charged geopolitical climate and the affect of anxiety gripping individuals
after the Russia–Ukraine war broke out, responds to an encompassing museum
brief on cities and sonic perception with a daring theme. Here, too, the
audience encounters the “sounds of tension and anxiety” through headphones as
usual, but he designed a moment in which all listeners simultaneously hear the
same sounds—sirens and airplane noise.
Forest of Subtle Truth (2017–2019)
likewise carries clear social consciousness and subject matter: songs of Yemeni
refugees who arrived in Jeju without authorization; the soundscape of Gyodong
Island near North Korea; lullabies from multicultural families in Hongseong, South
Chungcheong. Kwon goes to meet the people he worries over and confronts events.
The sounds he gathers across the country connect—via headphones in museums and
theaters, studios and classrooms—to anonymous viewers. The site of reception is
largely abstract, but the places he leads us to are not a “bleached here,” but
a “variegated there.” The audience listens to a speechless tale, a song without
representation, a theater that unfolds invisibly. Poet Ham Seongho notes the
“headset sound that erases place” in Kwon’s work,6 but here I wish to
underscore a place-ness over there that appears only through sound, unseen.
When
Boston Dynamics’ impeccably bipedal
robot executes a tumbling routine with smooth ease,
Kwon’s robots limp along from atop a tripod
or creak on ladder-legs.