이지송 Ji Song Lee (1946-) 1946 Born in Seoul Graduated from Fine Art Department of Hongik University
1972-2000: Started working in commercial production and
directed many well-known commercials in various commercial production
companies. 2012:
debuted as a video artist with a short film, titled <1/75”>, in Jeonju
Film Festival
<1/75”>, <Laundry: the color of life>, Busan
Biennale
<Everything is built by the mind>, 915 Industry
Gallery
<Everything is built by the mind>, Gallery Synn
<Laundry: making
a painting>, 437 Gallery 2013:
<Haechal: dynamic>, Lee C Gallery
<Haechal: stillness>, Trunk Gallery 81 2014:
<The travel report: The way>, a studio in Apgujeongdong <Hello>,
Happy Window Komo, organized by Art Center Nabi <Laundry>,
group show titled ‘The Light of Creation’, The City Museum of Art of
Busan,
2015:
<Let’s have a fun in Nonhyeondong>, Weart Gallery Artist’s note
The Color of Life Whenever I visit New York, I usually go to
a Laundromat on every weekend to do my laundry. It is quite big and well-equipped. There are washing machines on one side and
drying machine on the other side. Some bring a pack of laundry and put
their clothes into the washing machines and some take them out and put
them into the drying machines and others sit and wait until their laundry
is done. The scene looks quite busy, yet it is more of a waiting game. All kinds of immigrants are living in New
York. The colors of clothes for laundry vary based on their ethnic origins and
their living districts. Since I have been there so many times, now
I can quite easily figure out what kind of ethnic origins they have if I
see their clothes for laundry and I can even guess what kind of clothes
may come out from their packs if I see their faces. A close relationship
between their lives and their laundry becomes visible. The family items for laundry are put into
the washing machine. They could be a father’s, a mother’s and children’s or
they could be blankets or sheets, etc. Once they start spinning inside the
washing machine, their shapes become blurred and only their colors remain
visible. Their identities collapse and only colors
keep spinning. All of sudden, some thoughts occur to me. “ Being blended, thus it is beautiful” “Being blended, therefore there is no I”
Selflessness!!!!! |