Installation view of 《Winter bud》 © Gongjaksaebang

Artist’s Note

Yuja Kim

In December 2023, I saw a magnolia bud at a park nearby my house. What an unexpected bloom, even if the climate change made the weather warmer than before. While searching on the Internet, I learned that was actually a winter bud. The shoots that form from late summer to autumn pass through winter, and grow the following spring. I delight in the buds themselves as they wait faithfully while looking forward to spring. Winter buds reminded me of Eun's works.

A few days later when we met, she brought up having seen similar buds. There are times when I feel connected and see myself in Eun without even talking to her. From that day, we began talking about an exhibition that would reveal each other's commonalities and influences, photographs that would possibly be difficult to distinguish but would not intentionally deceive the audience, and the softness that could be strengthened by combining, not by creating a power gap.

For months, we had exchanged photographs one by one as if we had been sending letters. When Eun saw my photo, she sent me one of hers, as we responded back and forth. Eun traced back to the beginning from a reunion with a long-lost friend, and I went back from a farewell with a friend who is no longer with us, and our stories went in their separate directions. After all, in the middle of winter, both of us needed courage to complete our individual stories.

I reviewed the text messages we exchanged from day one, gathering what Dayoung had left behind. Dayoung told me about a movie she had managed to go out and watch on her last birthday and shared her school days playing the trumpet. She also said that creating the sound on a wind instrument takes more courage than one would expect. I didn't ask her why, but to offer a delayed answer, it may have been because the trumpets could end up making no sound. One has to feel pressure to make the first note sound right, because it's a trial with the expectation of an error. Watching the movie again on her birthday in January made me want to create a requiem.


Installation view of 《Winter bud》 © Gongjaksaebang

Eun Chun

I have always been attracted to certain people: A traveler staring at a map attached to his bed, an astronomer studying his mirror telescope hundreds and thousands of times, and a hang gliding pilot lying flipped in the shape of a bird. They are more dreamers than explorers because they stay in the imagined moment rather than actually going there. Just like a dreamer living within their own world, winter buds endure winter while holding spring inside. After quite some time looking at an illustrated winter buds book, I remembered the natural order of the harmonizing fields in which similar buds resembling life bloomed and scattered all around. I had an urge to talk to Yuja about this.

A friend of mine used to say that a photographer should always carry a camera around their neck. He was a photographer who did this and used to show me around on a three-wheeled motorcycle when I visited his hometown. I can still clearly envision the black and white photos that he took out of his box to show me: A person running in the desert, a person swimming underwater, a homeless person resembling the Monument to Balzac, a couple kissing with steamed buns in their mouths, a woman wearing large ring earrings, and a man playing the accordion. I still hesitate to call myself a photographer because I first understood the perception of a photographer from this friend.

While passing through the end of last year and a new year, there has been a big flag that is always seen at protests. A person wearing plain, white hanbok moves forward smoothly while using all of his strength to support the flagpole around his waist. When a finial made of pheasant tail cuts through the sky at the end of the flagpole, it makes a swooshing sound. His movement is that of the wind. It seems hard, but strangely enough, he is always smiling. The flag he is holding is called the Dragon’s Flag – the biggest flag among flags, the flag that represents people’s voice.

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