My life, my labour, my patterns and commodity

“Facing the 35years old Abyss; to avoid cynicism in life and build solidarity.

Since May, I started to do a drawing diary.

The beginning was to record the feelings that are scattered and vaporised while making panels, stretching papers, and glueing the surface to prepare the work. This is my endeavour to quickly and fully unravel and archive these sensations and emotions that I feel every day.

Before it all evaporates.

Even here in this desolate Berlin, summer is summer, and so many dramas of all the colours and shapes are unfolding in my mind, but my body has limitations to convert this onto a 'full-scale' painting every time.

As I continue to draw this diary, I became able to easily visualise and extract my heart and thoughts. During the process, I can also affirm my 35 years old abyss, it feels like things that are not organized in my heart and head are finding their place one after another.

All the good, Lovely, slanderous, mediocre, heavy, and bad feelings that were entangled in the depths of my heart will be confirmed and hopefully will be completely mine again.

14 years ago, when I was in college, a tutor, said, 'Work is not for your self-healing. But...what can I say...it works.”


“5월부터 그림일기를 그리기 시작했다.

시작은 매일매일 느끼는 이 감각과 감정들을 온전히 작업으로 풀어내려는 노력 중에 정작 이걸 준비하는 과정에 판넬을 짜면서, 종이를 바르면서, 아교칠을 하면서 흩어져버리고 기체화 되어버리는 느낌들을 좀 빨리 기록해 놓기 위해서였다.

여기 이 삭막한 베를린도 여름은 여름이라 내 마음엔 온갖 색의 드라마가 펼쳐지는데 내 몸뚱이는 이걸 다 크다란 ‘본격적인’작업으로 풀어내기엔 역부족이다.

내 마음을 눈으로 매 번 확인하다보니 정확한 이유를 알 순 없지만 가슴이랑 머리속에 정리 안된 것들이 차곡차곡 제 자리를 찾는 느낌이다. 내 마음 저 깊숙이 치적치적 꼬여있던 모든 좋고 중상이고 중간이고 중하 이고 나쁜 느낌들이 확인 되고 다시 온전히 내 것이 되리.

예전에 14년 전에 대학생 때 선생님께선 ‘작업은 힐링을 위한것이 아니야’라고 하셨는데 어떻하지요? 치유되고 있어.”

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You are not the only devil.

If we can trust each other, everything would be soft and nice.

I bought a pair of pink shoes and I like it.

The expectations towards Berlin summer.

A seed of potential

Sometimes I can be cold and vicious.

Warren, heaven might taste like peach.

It has been such a long time since I have been on top of a mountain.
The world was so simple up there.
The sky and the earth. Even though it was so simple, I felt many good things.




When the desire become real.

We are now warriors.
Because we finally got our own home after going through all kinds of bureaucratic events
that were offered by germans.

Rainy summer

Worshipping Oden by going to IKEA. Köttbuller!!

How is Warren so infinitely transparent?
How are you so kind?

We stretch out against each other.
Every good and bad thing is in the middle of us.
We always stretch out against each other.

I like Hokey pokey and cherry berry.

I met Günther and Barbra at Erfurt.
They invited me to their house.
They have been living there since 70‘s.

I found some german jokes are not fun. Because it hurts, but they laugh.

Greed, Anger, Ignorance.

Sometimes it hurts.

I think happiness would be transparent.
Transparent and it would have a lot of fragile roots spread all around it.

Jörg’s home has full of stories.
Jörg was a person who has so many stories.
All the objects and souvenirs he has are evidence of it.

Fear is not to overcome, it’s to endure.

If the feelings you felt reach me too,
I don’t think the world would be scary to me anymore.

Joyful conversation with curator Sang-hee.

You, my love.

When I was a child, the world was simply joyful.

Winter, please don’t come.

Winter is coming. No…

Please summer don’t go.

Berlin summer.

There is no such thing as a small life or a big life.
That’s what I thought during the documenta fifteen .

I am a complicated person.
Sometimes hope to be simple.


It was a hot summer day.
A glass of Gin tonic with cucumber was a right solution to it.

Haya and the girl can’t get along.

Can’t we just have our peaceful life?
Two years ago we planned to build a flat and we are so glad that we cancelled that one.
Because we are learning again that things get never done on time in Berlin with this one.


My friend Haya said London was 39 degree.

Friends, we were teenagers and now you became a mother of a child.

Warren, hug me.

We have hibiscus in our garden.

Warren’s enchilada was made with love and it was spicy.

Gunther died today.

I had a very weird dream and it’s a secret.

Is this what marriage is like?
Keep going over the hurdles of life together.
Going through these ups and downs together.

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