Ji, Seok-Cheol
2002. 10. 25 - 11. 8

My dream was a painter ever since I had daubed the paper from childhood.  
The blue ocean and lush green mountain adjacent to a harbor in south province was in themselves a beautiful paint with which was enough to move a very sensitive child besides to his eyes a sky and land in the earth was seemed to full with a beauty of a live sunshine. All nature even trivial things was an blaze art in my heart. As time goes by, the sound of ocean in front of my home town turned into an ample speculation.

A miserable used car barely stands himself in the middle ocean. A lot of chairs are always desperate and lonely like petty human being. Tremendous people passed by our land, absence of empty chairs that are left by someone sitten on it. Sharing the story of human being, the internal landscape that we have been loosing, if that may exist or not; time, memory, or reflection is expressed through the metaphor of chairs and creating works.

A used car and abandon stones discovered in some farmhouse, a heater used in my hard times, wilted leaved and other heroes existed in the trace, harmonized with my small chair which becomes my favorite before being aware of, is making one of metaphorical reality a bleak scene of seaside is a nature beyond the reality.

Even if a junction of small chair and nature is a desire to feel something far away from the reality and from the deep inside of the mind, a icon of the mini chair may dream of a joy of hopeful life which may exist across the mountain.  

- Ji, Seok Cheol -