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Mushrooms Blooming from the Body of Gigantic Fish _ Polymer clay, epoxy, styrofoam_200*90*80cm (Installation of variable)_2017

 

 

 

[Project Description]_Daniel Kyong

 

Title_ About you(me)_Poison

 

Subject_

 

This exhibit is about “you” that become a poison to me. The beginning of this story is about me, but I would like to focus on several existences around me that act like a poison. I cannot eat an apple because I am severely allergic to apples. Although it is not a poisonous apple that the Snow White ate, all apples are like poisonous apples to me. Having meticulous prejudice to and imbalanced diet on food, I hate the mushroom scent and don’t eat mushrooms. The mushroom scent is the same as that of a pungent perfume for me. And I am also allergic to animal hair including dogs’ and cats’ and therefore, I keep myself away from any hairy animals. All my allergies are existence called you that will stay with me until the last day of my life.  

 

The story is about poisonous you that should not be kept close or that come to be avoided. Existence called you is not something that approaches and comes close as necessity. It may be the necessity itself. The necessity is very similar to a desire and we already have too many desires.

 

It may be dangerous to bite an apple given as a gift. Simply staring at a cat causes eyes swollen because of the cat’s floating invisible hairs. The worst case is to mistakenly rub eyes after touching the wet nose of a dog.

 

Love of necessity tells, ‘I cannot live without her’ for a woman. Love of gift tries to give her happiness, comfort and protection. However, appreciative love soundlessly stares at her, feeling happy for the fact that such a marvelous woman does indeed exist. Appreciative love does not fully despair even if she is not yours, thinking that not having her is better than never knowing her. In real life, thankfully, these three factors of love are mixed at every moment, leading to one another. Except for the love of necessity, none of the love described here may have not ‘chemically’ purely existed by itself for more than a few seconds. It may be because in the life of humans, nothing except for poverty is permanent. 

 

Poverty mentioned here is mental, physical and spiritual poverty, based on the reason that humans need for (long for) endlessly. With endless poverty, ‘you’ that always exists next to one makes one’s life dangerous and fearful with a poison in poverty.

 

 

 


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