Installation view of 《My Salad Days》 (Sahng-up Gallery, 2022) ©Sahng-up Gallery

The summer of that year felt somewhat special. It wasn’t grand or extravagant—just a modest trip to the countryside where a friend lives, to clear my head. Calling it a “vacation” would be an overstatement. The accommodation, like any typical rural house, had a low slate roof and a neat, simple structure. The scorching summer heat welcomed us, but on the first day, rain poured down heavily, keeping me indoors. In a way, I was grateful to the uncontrollable weather for releasing me from the pressure and compulsion to “do something.” I decided to indulge in laziness with a loosened mind.

Though I had packed a few books, I dawdled, sitting on the wooden floor eating warm sweet potatoes, determined to do nothing at all. I brought along some sketching tools as well, but after a few scribbles, I gave up. Besides briefly strolling through the nearby arboretum after the rain stopped and the sun came out, I did nothing during that short break. While savoring the luxury of wasting time in the high humidity, a sudden sense of dizziness swept over me. “So another year of my clumsy youth passes like this…”


Installation view of 《My Salad Days》 (Sahng-up Gallery, 2022) ©Sahng-up Gallery

The exhibition 《My Salad Days》 borrows its title from Shakespeare’s play Antony and Cleopatra (1607), where the phrase “Oh, My Salad Days!” expresses a bittersweet longing for the passing of radiant youthful days. Just as Shakespeare reflected on the irreplaceable value of “experience,” the naive period when one can enjoy any experience—precisely because they are inexperienced—is unstable yet alluring. The anxious years of youth, endlessly repeating the process of accumulating wounds and healing them again, are sharp, salty moments one must inevitably pass through on the way to life’s next chapter.

Interestingly, just as the origin of the word “salad” derives from “sal,” meaning salt, one could metaphorically say that the splendid moments and experiences of “youth” are like tears of bittersweet happiness, continuously refined and seasoned. Thus, Yiji Jeong’s second solo exhibition 《My Salad Days》 explores the bitter flavor of radiant youth, delving into her daily life and memories as both an insider and observer, and translating those moments into painterly records.


Installation view of 《My Salad Days》 (Sahng-up Gallery, 2022) ©Sahng-up Gallery

In this exhibition, the artist focuses on the units of time, selecting fragmentary memories of scattered time, and sensing the smallest particles of recollection. The key works of the exhibition, the black-and-white paintings Looking at the Universe (2021) and From a Grain of Sand (2021), are presented as a pair, reflecting the artist’s approach to viewing objects as particles of time through the scale of the canvases and the titles themselves.
 
From a Grain of Sand
, inspired by the first line of William Blake’s Auguries of Innocence (1863)—“To see a World in a Grain of Sand”—serves as a metaphor for the accumulation of time within a single grain of sand, as the artist projects herself into seemingly trivial, ordinary moments. The two works, which intertwine the nighttime setting with landscapes and portraits rendered in black-and-white, are relatively restrained and concise, with their subjects loosely zoomed in.

In Looking at the Universe, originating from small pencil sketches, the forms of light spreading across the nightscape differ from Jeong’s previous landscape paintings by emphasizing the intense sensory contrast of immaterial forms—darkness and light. Unlike her earlier works, which documented landscapes realistically, the elements that once depicted the scene are eliminated, leaving only shadows and light. The dark tones of indigo, sepia, and Payne’s gray—applied thinly across the canvas surface—create silhouettes of scenes as the landscape expands and becomes abstract. The juxtaposition of rough brushstrokes and blended colors constructs nightscapes and portraits with enigmatic expressions, amplifying tension and inviting viewers to imagine what lies beneath through the enlarged, close-up compositions.

The figures in Yiji Jeong’s paintings seem to reside there, indifferent yet present. Each moment the artist chooses how much of the time spent with the figure and the surrounding space to depict on the canvas. Sometimes the focus rests on the figure itself; at other times, the viewer’s gaze expands to the unique structure and atmosphere of the place, as in works like Bass Lesson (2021). Accordingly, Jeong internalizes her subjects, leaving their interpretations open to viewers or emphasizing the work’s character as a personal record, restructuring each piece with subtle differences in direction.

Such concerns about how subjects and environments are framed on canvas permeate Jeong’s overall practice. As observers, we tend to focus on her use of color and subject matter, yet what matters more is her treatment of each scene as a distinct “cut,” akin to a frame in comics. If we consider the canvas as one of many sequential frames connecting the story, we can infer that the artist’s storytelling method and freedom play a significant role in her painterly language. Drawing from comic techniques that capture scenes within frames, Jeong selects and presents compressed, refined moments—easily understood and striking—amid the omissions and gaps of time.

The fragmented delivery of these “cuts” within disassembled time encapsulates transient states of existence, memory, and anticipated futures. Fascinated by this quality, Jeong steers her painting practice toward a mode of documentation. Much like the literary “cut-up” technique, where fragments of text are rearranged to form new compositions, Jeong translates images of memory into painting without rigid boundaries. Unlike the safe, defined borders surrounding cartoon frames, the artist removes outlines, leaving the canvas exposed so that viewers may freely imagine the emotions and sensations of those moments before and after what is shown.

In seeking ways to convey the emotions that certain moments evoked in her, Jeong adopts the unapologetic, amateurish methods of raw comics. Rather than mastering perfectly polished comic grammar, she chooses the cut-based approach available to the inexperienced. Consequently, figures in her paintings are emphasized with bold outlines, while backgrounds such as landscapes and still lifes—seen in works like Poetry Book and TaxiYour NameGreeting with Eyes, and Terrace (2021)—are rendered more realistically with tonal shading, lacking outlines. This comic-like discrepancy paradoxically draws viewers deeper into the figures themselves, filling the composition with a contradictory sense of immersion.

In Yiji Jeong’s paintings, bold cuts recall personal memories and experiences, while simultaneously determining the viewer’s position beyond the frame. The trivial yet enduring moments we remember often linger with the density of the air, the scent of someone nearby, the weather, objects in the space, the surrounding landscape, and the people who were present. Thus, contemplating these fleeting instances becomes a means of recording the most peaceful moments amidst the bittersweet whirlwind of youth—its regrets, preciousness, futility, and longing.

Though her hollow feelings may seem to conclude neatly within a single frame, the artist leaves lingering gaps to imagine the next line between frames, soothing an unfilled sense of emptiness. The fleeting moments in life where one confronts oneself amid repetitive daily routines are easily lost. To grasp these vanishing sensations, Jeong assembles her memories like the varied stones of a wish tower in The Shape of a Wish (2021), loosely yet earnestly leaving behind echoes of her expectations and determination for the next chapter.

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