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이용순  LEE Yongsoon : 비 오는 날 On Rainy Days
























































                                                                                                 ⓒ이용순 LEE Yongsoon
                                                                 비 오는 날 On Rainy Days, Archival Pigment Print, 74x110cm, 2021


       On Rainy Days

       Taking a picture is an act of verbal communication between the subject   Since photography is nothing more than a dictation of my thoughts, I
       and myself, and I become the subject only when the subject becomes   now begin to explore my essence and object through myself in those
       me. When this is presupposed, I completely permeate into a gray light.  days. In fact, that is what is expressed in writing must be converted
                                                              into  an  image  when  reading  it,  and  that  is  why  paintings  and
       It rained heavily in the late autumn of that year and I was thrown into   photographs must be read as text.
       the rain. Then, hiding my scars, I went out to the rainy beach and
       pressed the shutter, and the gray sky and the breathless figures below   I wished the picture was a whisper. And I hoped that the sweetness
       it were lined up in my heart. I was often locked in a white dark room,   of that whisper would linger in my head for a long time. However, my
       and around that time Guns & Roses' "November Rain" was playing on   memory through photography is always sore and painful like an ulcer.
       the TV.                                                Sometimes it is painful enough to want to delete it, but aren't humans
                                                              living with memories?
        Fog really does perfectly remove anything I don't need from the
       screen. This is to become a space where all of the screens are filled    I bring out that old bitter story of mine. So I chose “Rainy Day” and
       only with my language. The beginning of the fog was a very long   “White Morning”. This is because it is a condition for me to return to
       time ago. In the white space where there was nothing, I watched the   that time in its entirety and reflect on my memories. So rain and fog
       objects creeping into me from time to time. The fog is a memory, and   are markers of reminiscence to me.
       its recollection led me to a world of deeper isolation.
                                                              LEE Yongsoon
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