I hope that art is like a small flower that overcomes the long harsh winter and breaks through the cold air and ground. I happened to be looking at my front yard and saw the pink hyacinths I planted last year. It seems that the environment is still cold and rough for this little flower to bloom, so I am cautiously worried. But the next day and the next, the little pink flower still stands strong. To me, art is the awe and respect that this little pink color gives.
Art is like...
I hope that art for me is like the seashells I picked up while walking on a quiet beach. There are no people on the beach that I accidentally stopped by, and only the sound of small waves in the calm air can be heard. Take a walk along the quiet beach and give the seashells exposed as the water drains out. Little by little, while I was picking up the shells, I was walking to the point I thought of. While I was picking up the shells waiting in various shapes in the long journey of my life, I was walking along the long beach without any boredom, without any room to feel loneliness or tiredness. As I paint, I gradually forget the regrets, pains and wounds of the past. And there are a lot of seashell-like paintings piled up in my basket, and they defend my wounds, soothe my pain, and show me the direction I should go.
To me, I want art to be like a one-dollar watercolour painting. I had a difficult and poor childhood, and I had to give up painting because I had not enough money and support to go to art school at the time. But I hope that other people, especially young children, do not feel this despair. With just a dollar and a piece of white paper, I hope that it will be a world where anyone can draw, cry, laugh, and accompany each other along with art. I hope that everyone, from children to the elderly, can dream together and eat the fruit of happiness that art provides.
I want art to be like graffiti drawn by children on the floor casually but happily. When children need to draw something, I want to do bold and self-centered art like that, choosing a color without any worries, choosing a subject without being conscious of others, and drawing vigorously without expecting any reward. Whenever I am constantly drawing, thinking about painting, and eager to do something, I feel that the burden of a ship with the name of art in my life is thrown into the sea one by one and my ship is getting lighter. Then everything becomes simpler, lighter, less conscious and happier. Perhaps this is how children feel when they draw.
I want art to be like the back view of my two guinea pigs. They are eating Timothy Hey hard to survive today and tomorrow without a break, but their back always shows cuteness. And that loveliness and cuteness produce infinite endorphins, which deliver a sense of happiness and the will to live. Painting is also a livelihood for those who paint, and they have to earn money and buy bread and milk. It is the result of fierce survival, but it is always beautiful and mysterious, and it seems that there are no worries in the world. Rather, the stronger these painters struggle for survival, the more people who see the results feel the attachment, preciousness, and happiness of life.
It's like art to me, a message that makes people feel good and happy hanging on the wall of a coffee shop I casually stop by. A picture painted to gain wealth and fame or to attract people's attention and curiosity is used only as a beautiful wrapping paper for the artist. However, I hope that art can take responsibility for the day of the people who look at the picture, just like the small blue post-it letters I read.
I really hope that art can contain emotions, beauty, and messages that no other camera in the world can capture. One day, while driving, I saw a white, unusually large, bright, and beautiful full moon. I wanted to save the beauty, so I took out my camera and took a picture. But the result was very disappointing. The bright energy that surprised me and wanted to show someone was not captured in the photo. A painting can show the world with energy that it cannot contain. The moon reflected in the river is so beautiful that on a bright moonlit night, as in a Chinese poem that says that he lifted his glass of wine and gave the refection from a full moon to himself, art is a small moon that you want to hand over in a glass.
Myungja Anna Koh