Although it was not a large number of works for a solo exhibition held after several years, the exhibition—carefully composed to avoid repetitive variations and to present works that can serve as touchstones—refuses the kind of smooth, spectacular visual feast one might typically expect from painting. Nor does it attempt to impose a neatly ordered or pre-packaged conceptual framework. Choi Gene Uk’s paintings seem to imply that the brush—meant to softly caress the canvas in order to create beauty—has been transformed into a knife: there are areas that appear damaged, neglected, or left exposed, and from these zones a kind of rupture leaks out as noise.

His paintings, which reproduce mundane everyday views that look perfectly ordinary yet thoroughly meaningless, ask the viewer to look closely at the blank spaces and fissures the artist has left behind within them. The cracks do not exist only inside the paintings. The artist also uses the wall on which the paintings hang. The large work Crazy visible upon entering, and the works on the next wall, are accompanied by unusually painted ground colors on the wall itself. In Crazy, which depicts a group of vacationers who have chartered a tourist bus for a day trip, the unfamiliar pink ground heightens the contrast, making the contents of the painting appear even more drab and deepening the sense of uneven, split-open ground placed across the front of the pictorial field.
 
Conversely, Cherry Blossom Parking Lot, hung on a wall painted black, makes the relatively bright floral imagery stand out even more. Rather than sitting quietly on the wall, the paintings seem as if they might jut outward, and the tourist bus inside the picture does not blend naturally with the cherry blossoms—it sticks out conspicuously. The scene seems less invested in overall compositional balance than in trivial details such as the bus’s color and shape, which become distracting. Moreover, the artist painted the scene on a long canvas and then cut it up as if with a knife, layering the pieces.

Beyond this physical layering, the image itself contains many overlapping lines. Like poorly aligned fragments of a composite photograph, one panel shows fully blossomed trees, while the adjoining panel connects to sparse branches that look as if leaves will soon fall. The neighboring work that is clearly paired with it via the black ground, Cherry Blossom Parking Lot 2, appears intact at first glance, but the scene itself is fragmentary. Like an accidentally taken photograph, it contains no clearly important subject to focus on. Even the forms of the blossoms in the background, as if out of focus, dissolve into flat, bland color fields. Only the figure in the painting—positioned where the viewer’s standpoint might be—produces the illusion that there may be something to see within it.
 
Judging by the bus’s placement, that painting might depict the back side of the cherry-blossom parking lot. Yet this hastily rendered image does not feel like a painter’s considerate attempt to show viewers both the front and back of an unmissable spectacle. Rather, it suggests that it is an incomplete fragment—just like the scene that has been fissured and even cut apart within the canvas. The next painting, Beach–Studio, adds further layers of prismatic content—“a painting within a painting,” a broken mirror reflecting the absent artist in an empty chair—and, in addition, is constructed from two joined canvases of different sizes.

One might call it a kind of modified canvas; however, the evident representational quality in his work distances it from the formal experiments of ‘shaped canvas’ practices, which, through the interplay between stretcher frame and flat surface, attempt to solve the art-historical problem of ‘what makes a painting painting-like.’ As the exhibition title itself suggests, he seems always to have pursued ‘the real.’ In his work notes he states that ‘realism is the process by which the realness of an object is imprinted on my body through my eyes,’ and he also writes that ‘whenever my heart pounds while looking at a landscape, I have raised my brush like someone bewitched and tried to paint it so that it resembles what I saw.’

Choi Gene Uk, Love is Real, 2005, Acrylic on canvas, 112 × 162 cm © Choi Gene Uk

Like Beach–Studio, the work Love is Real, hung against a neutral ground, is both the exhibition’s title and a piece the artist himself describes as a successful work. Yet even in this painting—whose ‘love’ and ‘real’ seem more affirmative than negative—the shadow of cracking is cast. Love is Real, which is also a lyric line from languid hippie music, depicts a flower-filled walking path. Though neatly paved, the path does not seem to continue; it contains the unease of spring, a season that demands something begin anew.

Foreshadowing that unease are the tree shadows that split the pale ground like an abyss. The small path, as if covered in untouched white snow, is segmented by lines that may have been drawn unconsciously, but to the viewer they arrive as something more than mere shadow. The fissures inside the work—which occupies half of the diagonal axis cutting through the gallery—demand a certain hermeneutic imagination. Especially because a dazzling work like Spring of Seoul, 1992 hangs nearby, the meaning of gaps and cracks becomes even stronger through the contrast.
 
Of course, this work does not conceal that it is a reality assembled and spliced together. Yet the urban view on the western side of the painting, saturated with spring sunlight, unfolds as a scene of another dimension—beyond simple representation or shabby everydayness—through swift and precise placements of color planes carrying accurate information that make a scene a scene. For the painter, such complete encounter and unity with this other dimension may be what ‘real’ is, and what ‘love’ is.

Yet the frenzied hand that seeks to capture that brief blessed moment of total fusion with the scene cannot find firm ground on which to settle it. There may be many reasons, but from an analytic standpoint it can first be attributed to the opacity of painterly language. If conventional realism presupposes the transparency of language, then Choi Gene Uk’s realism—just as he claims—is closer to the body than to consciousness. Perhaps, moving forward, what may matter is the problem of the flesh that has consciousness, beyond the mind/body binary.
 
In a book explaining post-structuralist theory, Catherine Belsey argues that the hypothesis of modern linguistics, beginning with Saussure, maintains that language is not transparent and is not a simple medium that delivers messages about a world of independently constituted things. According to this hypothesis, language is not an imitation of thought but the condition of thought: it constitutes the world of individuals and objects and provides the possibility of distinguishing them.

Terry Eagleton, in Criticism and Ideology, adds a materialist interpretation to this post-structuralist hypothesis, pointing out that without language there can be no material production. Language is, above all, bodily and material reality and thus becomes part of the material productive forces. Things cannot be thought outside the system of differences that constitutes language. Signs detached from referents and experience lead again to the separation of signifier and signified. Language, as a system of differences, is itself made of gaps and traces. It is not a single substance; reality is defined through difference from other elements within the system, through cracks and blanks. In this sense, the language Choi Gene Uk deploys is modern.
 
Ultimately, what the hypothesis of modern linguistics demonstrates is that there is a gap between our direct experience and our use of (linguistic) signifiers. When we speak or paint the world, the possibility of a direct relationship between the self and experience is often damaged. The linguistic concretization of experience is like scooping water with a basket full of holes. As Eagleton notes, the artwork continually negates its own artificial technique while trying to present itself as natural and clear, but this effort always ends in frustration. In this way language obstructs the relationship between the self and the world, yet it is also language that provides the possibility of meaning.

At the same time, because language is not fixed and is always in the process of change, texts are open to multiple interpretations. Eagleton points out that the aesthetic integration of artworks is achieved not on the myth of an organic community, but rather on the historical self-divisions of bourgeois society. The more insistently the artist tracks the real, the less firmly grounded reality becomes; it grows more unstable and ambiguous. As in certain hypotheses of modern mathematics or physics, uncertainty increases along with precision. Such is the case with Choi Gene Uk’s paintings, which maintain representationality while continually trembling and revealing an abyss.
 
In this exhibition, where even unfinished works were hung, he implies that incompletion is as important as completion. What matters is the artwork’s unconscious—an unconscious the work neither knows nor can know. As Freud points out, the split gaps within a text are where interpretation runs rampant; and although interpretation is a product of the ego, it is also heterogeneous to the ego. Choi Gene Uk’s paintings reveal internal division, and that division is the artwork’s unconscious. As modern philosophers emphasize, such division foregrounds contingency over universality, diversity over unity, defect over foundation, difference over identity. Michel Foucault, one of those thinkers, describes the elements of knowledge not as a sum of information or a unified mode of thought, but as a space of deviation, gaps, and dispersal, placing his cultural model at the center of an active interplay of differences.
 
By fragmenting a homogeneous, single canvas—or by fragmenting scenes—Choi Gene Uk emphasizes the textuality of the work: its character as a net that has been broken or stitched together. Through this, the text produces polyphonic sounds, a clash of multiple voices. The text is multilingual from the start. The viewer, denied decorative and comfortable scenes, must, through the work’s gaps, ‘seek the omissions the works present but cannot explain, and above all, their contradictions’ (Catherine Belsey). Within its absences and in the collision among diverging meanings, the text implicitly critiques its own ideology. Illusionism that reassures and consoles the viewer is rejected, as are narratives that conclude with a precise message of where something begins and where it ends.
 
Catherine Belsey notes that the subject’s coherence and continuity provide the conceptual framework of classical realism. The use of the grammatical subject establishes the subject. But the ‘I’ of discourse is always a stand-in, because no one can remain identically the same across different moments. The continuity of the self is a myth. The subject is constituted within language and discourse, and within discursive practice the symbolic order is closely linked to ideology. Thus one may say that the subject is constituted in ideology. Ideology hails concrete individuals as subjects, and middle-class ideology in particular stresses a fixed identity of the individual.

Unlike such middle-class self-sameness, the actual subject is always in the process of ongoing formation. Because subjectivity is grounded in difference, an imaginary unity with the world is delayed indefinitely. Belsey further argues that the idea of the primacy of language over subjectivity was refined through Lacan’s interpretation of Freud: Lacan’s theory of the subject as constituted in language secures the decentering of personal consciousness, and as a result the subject is no longer regarded as the source of meaning, knowledge, and action.
 
The Lacanian subject is constituted on the basis of an irreversible split. The ego of the mirror stage is alienation—that is, the moment of distinction between the perceiving ‘I’ and the perceived (imaged) ‘I.’ For example, in Choi Gene Uk’s Beach–Studio, the artist is absent, yet appears like a ghost in the broken mirror; he seems to exist within the left-hand picture that depicts a photograph, and also to exist within the small painting inside the right panel. The artist is everywhere, yet nowhere possesses a secure presence.

Through a situation of multiple prismatic refractions, he paints the subject’s absence and division. The subject is continually defined through other frames—whether painting or mirror—yet also slips away toward somewhere else. Like the subject in the Lacanian sense, the text is an unfixed process. However, in Choi Gene Uk’s case, while he is cool and—just as the foregoing citations and arguments suggest—‘split’ regarding the problem of painting, he has something clear to say about the real-world institutions surrounding painting. This emerges in the works occupying the other half of the exhibition’s diagonal axis, where the artist’s statements are more direct.
 
Today, painting may have entered a non-Euclidean dimension and, in the thin air of that plateau, be producing high-level discourse about its meaning and mode of existence; yet the world we live in clearly belongs to a three-dimensional Euclidean reality. Even if contemporary philosophy—post-structuralism or deconstruction—pursues rupture and fragmentation of organic totality, this does not mean it collapses into conservatism, as left critics have argued.

Terry Eagleton, in The Function of Criticism, says that deconstruction is a liberalism without a subject and thus, above all, becomes an ideological form suited to late capitalist society: it thoroughly nullifies everything while leaving everything as it is. Yet many post-structuralists were political activists. In Choi Gene Uk’s work, however, the statements are not so much a politics of division, or activism as an extension of division, as they are directed toward something unmistakable. There is intention, a target of attack, and a certain persuasiveness.

Choi Gene Uk, The Pink letters, 2005, Adhesive sheets on the wall, 400 × 1186 cm © Choi Gene Uk

The work The Pink letters, cut from pink adhesive film and pasted onto the surface, despite the sweet, love-letter-like mood suggested by its title, exposes the linkage between the National Security Act—an inheritance of military dictatorship—and Korean modernism represented by monochrome. This is a broadly known fact. For him, who seems to be seeking modernism’s true beginnings, or attempting to overcome modernism by pushing it to an extreme, Korean modernism epitomized by monochrome appears as the product of artisan-like surface decoration, theoretically inflated packaging, and the typical factional politics of the art scene.

To put it plainly: the combination of an ideology of identity—painting themselves one color and painting others one color as well—and an aesthetics of ‘no-thought, no-mind’ (?) propelled them into becoming the mainstream and rightful heirs of Korean contemporary art. The purity they claimed was not pure at all. The ridiculous rally of far-right forces in Parrot TV cannot even become a serious object of critique. The television, looking as if it wears a fur hat or plastic toy on its head, resembles a clown. Yet while their single-celled, herd-like behavior is laughable, it is not something that can be completely dismissed. The world may eventually set things right, but it is often dragged along by absurdly trivial things.
 
Next to Parrot TV hang small paintings that look like botched works—at times like doodles: a tiled corner, a ceiling where a fluorescent light seems half-drawn, a painting drawn and then erased. Just as the visible/invisible gaps in his paintings play an important role, in painting and in worldly affairs the most important issue is not, rationally, what ‘must’ be done. Thus the artist’s critical remarks about society are not limited to a matter of transmitting and receiving a message containing some truth—that is, not limited to a problem of transparent communication.

Choi Gene Uk insists that his adhesive-film works are also paintings, and insofar as they are paintings, what becomes at issue is that they express something seething within him. In his work, the use of language has a narcissistic character. Whether criticizing an aesthetic or political line that made undesirable choices, or commenting on an idealized image of womanhood, it ultimately becomes an indirect remark about the path he has chosen. As Nietzsche said, humans have language so that they can talk about their strengths. Speech is the product of the will to power. Conversely, power produces speech. We read our own writing (works) every day as if looking into a mirror. Yet that mirror is also fragile—easily clouded by desire, or easily shattered.

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