Installation view of 《これは愛ですか。 This Is Love?》 (out_sight, 2018) © out_sight

Under the night sky full of stars there are two people sitting back to back. Just about when one begins to become curious about the relationship between the exhibition and this scene of these two living in their own worlds, the virtual and the real, the sentence between the two catches one’s eye. One cannot know at what point in their conversation this question, which is also the title of the exhibition, came up.

Is it a certain fondness that stands in for the situation that cannot come to fruition as they are part of two different worlds? But nowhere in the exhibition can we see a link that continues this feeling of fondness. What awaits the audience who opens the door is neither the two in the picture, nor a welcome greeting, nor a feeling fondness but a ‘world’ which awaits destruction.

Beginning somewhere in the world facing an unexpected destruction, this place revolves around the heroine who attempts to protect the world from the unsettled reality. (Protect me) While the heroine is looking for the hero on one side of the gallery; the hero’s vow, like a cry towards the heroine, flows through the scenes of disasters on the facing wall. (I’ll protect you)

Facing one another, the two speakers of the story seem to move towards each other. It seems that if the heroine finds the hero, the world will be freed from all instabilities. But contrary to such expectations, the disaster does not stop. Can he really protect the world? As if attempting to clear any such doubts, the author builds on this setting of a dead-end situation and leaves hints to make the situation progress again.

Let us detect a certain sign from the red planet which seems to pronounce the beginning of a greater narrative than the microscopic history of humans, from the volcanic crater which is suggestive of the seismic changes in nature, and from the remnant of a silent explosion and the serious expression on someone’s face.

It is not easy to enter the narrative as the causality of those scenes become more uncertain as we try to connect one scene to another. We try to conjure up a certain feeling of crisis from the volcanic eruption and the ash-coloured clouds, but the neatly framed landscape of the world seems rather like an image for appreciation.

Leaving behind the doubt which is yet to be erased, we approach the heroine again. Finally, the long-awaited moment arrives, but unlike what was expected, the scene of a sudden incident, an accident fills the screen. Ultimately, with the text ‘case closed’, his plight to protect the world ends in failure.

Having returned to his daily life, he strolls through the park and comforts himself. The time in the peaceful park hints at another sense of hope, but what comes into sight is not a new beginning but a small, smooth lump of plastic.

Minkyu Hwang, Protect me, 2017, HD video, 25min. © Minkyu Hwang

Minkyu Hwang’s exhibition 《This Is Love?》 presents the protagonist in the setting of the near end of the world, which is reminiscent of the typical format of superhero animations, “the hero protecting the world faced with a grave crisis”. But the heroine of Protect me moves towards a slightly different ending.

The artist also moves the world towards an ultimate point of destruction, by lining up the scenes that seem to be evidence of the crisis, but his evidences are closer to being repetitions of the given structure rather than tools that lead to a progress in situation. Because the work has been made by combining images from animations with actual photos, the scenes where the context has been eliminated fail to connect and merely hover in their own area.

Moreover, as it has been made in accordance with his constantly emphasised intention of looking “pretty”, it is thin and light enough to cast into shade the setting of a sign of instability. As such, these evidences are tools to take away all gravity from the fictitious images and reveal the actual meagerness of the world hidden behind that. 

Let us think of the small lump of plastic within and outside the exhibition space. The hero who only appears through his voice and the heroine trying to protect the world, what is left where their conversation fails to resonate and disperses is only this lump. The deplorable thought that the hero to save the world from crisis is in truth a small, light lump of plastic that the artist has melted over hours makes one conclude that this world must also be the same.

So one hopes someone miraculously appears and clears one of this doubt but hope is merely recited through the narration and the subtitles and only the lump of plastic remains like a mirage. What appears after the mirage disappears is the sound of water which occasionally flows through the water pipes and the mundane reality that stands on the floor of this semi-basement with the column running in the middle of the exhibition space. 

Recurring anxiety becomes the norm and the anxiety that has become the norm is dull. The consolation that, instead of being lost in a vague sense of anxiety, there is no need to worry about what will come or be drowned in desperation will be sweeter than anything. But I think about what this sweetness has hidden.

Minkyu Hwang again puts forward to us a plastic lump and asks whether this is love. What is it that we today love, buying into the future of a non-existent world rather than the unchanging everyday hidden in the shadow of the plastic? “Is this love?”

Text by Yeonji Lee(out_sight)

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