The story of Anna, a snail who found her home Recently I finished the Snail Anna image. It delivered great joy and happiness to me. Every time I look at it, I feel a strong motivation to tell the story I created for it. An instant inspiration hit me, and I wrote based on that energy. Below is the story of Anna, the Snail. The Snail, named Anna, has a beautiful, shiny pinkish shell. She lives in a snail village with her mother, Nancy. Her most sparkly backshell is a great pride and joy for her mom. But one day, Nancy found another snail named Amy adorned her shell with gorgeous jewels that shine brilliantly. Thanks to the fancy decorations, the Snail Amy became the town's fashionista at once. Nancy couldn't admit it. 'Oh, Anna is a natural beauty. Artificially groomed Amy can't compare to my daughter'. But Amy's décor has become famous and has become her must-have in the village. Relatively, Anna looked very shabby, and Nancy didn't want to lose her popularity, so she bought more prominent decorations than Amy. "Anna, If you put this on your shell, you can become more popular." Anna puts her decorations on her own back out of love for her mother. And she added embellishments to her beautiful natural pretty back shell, making it seem like there was no snail in the world more beautiful than this. Nancy's plan worked. Anna beat Amy back to first place. Nancy was satisfied. She made sure to put more of her decorations on it so no one could catch up with Anna. Seeing Nancy working hard and happy, Anna diligently put her jewelry on her back shell. But one day, while crawling hard, Anna realized. "OMG!...I can't walk anymore...She stopped. The decoration of the carapace became too heavy. Seeing her stop Anna, Nancy was startled. She thought. 'Nobody stop in the world.' If you stop here, it means not a live snail. You must move. What will other people say when they see you? But she was already unable to go even one step further under the weight of her decorations. Seeing her motionless Anna, the townsfolk began to gossip. Nancy was nervous. She pushed Anna's back shell and pushed her Anna. After that, Nancy told her, "All other snails crawl well, so why can't you? Why are you giving me such a hard time by being born"...she yelled at Anna. Anna went inside her the shell of her back with deep depression and despair. And she never came out again. Nancy was so embarrassed and worried that everyone will notice it. She hid Anna behind a rock and told neighbor and relatives. "Anna went to attend to a beauty pageant!" Inner shell, 2021, Myungja Anna Koh Anna spent day by day in the dark shell. Then one day, suddenly, she heard a thump. Then her surroundings turned bright surprisingly. The ceiling of her back shell collapsed and covered dust on Anna's body. Because birds flying over Anna saw a sparkling jewel and came down . They pecked at the treasure to remove it. The birds utterly destroyed Anna's shell. She lost her home in an instant. Nancy drove her bird away to protect her Anna. She would have expected to let Anna recover her heart quickly and come out of her back shell and become her radiant daughter again. But it was only after the already beautiful glory was broken. Nancy cried aloud. "The world is too harsh on me. It's so unfair. I can't live with a shame!". Anna just listened. She couldn't accept Anna, who had become a slug overnight. Anna wanted to give some relief her Nancy. "Nancy, I don't need my back shell. Slugs also don't even have a shell. But Nancy talked to Anna with a sigh. "Anna, it's a slug. You're not a slug. You're a snail that should have a shell. If snails don't have a home, villagers will ignore us and stay away. I can't live with shame. " Nancy cried. Anna was so sad. She tried to comfort Nancy, but she eventually decided to leave her town.
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Art makes the invisible visible. So artists help people through painting to see the world from a perspective they never knew before when they looked at objects. So, as a result, artists help them realize the hidden beauty or some fact of the things they see. The objects look beautiful depending on wavelengths on the electromagnetic spectrum at which the sun's rays reach an object. Color is also the phenomenon or result of the refraction of light. Scientists have been trying to define these colors, and in the 20th century, they were finally able to report the consequences of each definition. The colors perceived by the human eye are wavelengths. The human eye only detects wavelengths between 380-789 nm. Our vision responds only to the narrow range of electromagnetic energy. Light is invisible to the naked eye due to infrared, radio waves, and ultraviolet. Newton used a prism to prove color, which is a component of light, and Einstein paid attention to the energy of light.
Whether scientists have proven it, the world is made up of invisible energy. The invisible energy determines the direction of the visible object behind it. Even in the first chapter of the Bible, it is stated that the invisible Word came first, and then visual the world was created later in the beginning.
I've learned that the color and beauty of an object are determined by the light hitting it, but I've been questioning them for a long time. So, how can we explain our dreams, which we unconsciously have in our minds at night, or images that pop up in our minds someday? In the unconscious world, there is no light, and objects look beautiful. Even when we imagine, even though there is no light or similar effect, but it makes an object look beautiful. It seems like the wonderful movie scenario that comes to our mind. So, what is the existence of an object, and what are light and energy? So, what determines beauty? Physical light or external wavelengths determine the beauty of things, but isn't it that some indefinable power within us creates the true beauty and images of objects?
At night, I often dream very colorful and vivid dreams. Some scenes are so real that I can actually draw them. Another night's dream has so many messages that it makes me want to describe it.
Moreover, I am trying to draw the invisible world based on these theories and philosophies. So when a beautiful image comes to mind, I rush to the studio to make it visible on a canvas. In order to come up with this idea, I need the energy that creates a reflection, that is, motivation. Its motifs come from emotional points such as love, inspiration, melancholy, and compassion, and these energies subconsciously create images related to objects in the head. When I have time, I express it on canvas or paper. I digitise it on a tablet when I'm still short on time.
I mainly painted pictures displaying such mental dynamics, vivid movements, and inner energies convert to trees or fish, such as nature in the early times. Lately, I try to draw whatever comes to mind without any restrictions about the subjects. When I get some inspiration from an event or experience, that energy creates a premier. And it is the work of putting that video into a picture. It's like making a movie. So, if there are no regular and typical patterns, but if you can feel some energy through these paintings, I would say that my work is successful. The story of the artworks is posting on the blog of my website, annakoh.com.
The ideal goal of my work is to express dreams ultimately. The color I saw in my dream has various spectrums that could not be shown with the world's existing materials. I'm trying to paint it, but I admit I don't have such optimized skill yet. But I'm trying my best to draw similarly. This is because the color produced by internal energy is different from the color produced by physical, external spotlight, infrared light, or ultraviolet light. I would be happy if I could show that such a color exists. This quest for color, light, and energy will continue to follow my work, and the process is always enjoyable. I want to share the joy of this kind of work with as many people as possible.
About my career
Why did I become a painter? What was my childhood dream? Am I living the life I longed for? Is there a gap between my dreams and reality? To find the answer to all of this, I remembered a scene from my childhood. And a piece of that childhood memory happens to be very closely connected to my current job as a painter. It's like waiting for a fateful meeting.
When I was little, I happened to stop by an atelier. It was before I entered school, so I remember when I was probably 6 years old. I was playing hide and seek with the kids that day too. Then, by chance, I ended up in a neighborhood studio whose door was open. After the studio teacher went out for a while, there was no one in the room except for the hanging painting. I first hid under the easel, then got up and looked around. Then I saw a picture of a rabbit hanging on the wall. The painting was a rabbit, an old watercolor painting by the German artist Alfred Dürer. 'Hi! girl! ”. I can't forget that moment even now. It was as if the rabbit was saying hello to me. Is it a painting or a photograph? I was amazed and thrilled by the details of the painting, despite my young age. How intense this surprise was, I still keep in my heart the picture of a rabbit hanging on the wall so vividly and the amazement I felt when I saw it. And I was attracted like magic by the clear image of the rabbit, and I often went there to play, and there I met the young artist who taught me how to draw a rabbit for the first time. I don't remember her very well, but she was a young woman with long hair and always wearing an apron. She allowed me to stop by often and paint without paying tuition. Looking back, it seems that my dream of becoming an artist started right there. But after that, I couldn't go to an art college to draw pictures smoothly and go on the path of a painter. It would have been the most perfect scenario if this whole journey had flowed smoothly and naturally like a sailboat with a fair wind, breaking through the sound of waves, but I had to face too strong opposition for that. My mother, who had no understanding of art and the artist's life and had already designed her child's life, was desperately against my path. Eventually, I had to give up my dream of becoming a painter. Instead, I had to make a living on my own. I entered nursing school and became a nurse and worked. I gave up my dream of being an artist and spent my youth taking care of patients at the hospital. However, I did not have any regrets or despair. I thought a lot about life and death while working as a nurse. And standing on the border, I was able to constantly think and ponder what life is and what human existence is. In the midst of these worries, I wanted to study more. After quitting her job as a nurse, she studied medical informatics for a master's degree and worked as a researcher at a research institute. My main job was to plan a program that provided medical information through a mobile phone. Then he got married and had a son. I moved to Germany in 2006 because of my husband's job. That was a turning point in my life. I would not have realized that this was not the final destination, but another starting point, while watching the green field spread out beautifully like a chessboard on the plane taking off from Frankfurt Airport. In my early years, I suffered from homesickness and loneliness. Life abroad was not easy. I drew a picture to overcome depression. Germany's climate gave me an artistic impression, and art, or more precisely painting, became a hobby for survival. While my son was in preschool, I went to museum art class. One day my teacher asked me, "What is art to you?" "For me, art is just a hobby." I answered him He said, “Your answer sounds negative. Your drawing says you are already an artist” and “Go the artist way!” Despite his strong urging, I was still hesitant to change direction because I thought art was as far removed from my life as paradise. . But it didn't take too much time to change my mind. One day, I was walking through a dark underground parking lot where a ray of light could barely enter. Coincidentally, when I turned my head, I was fascinated by a shabby exhibition. There is no lighting, no pamphlets, and even a curator because it was an exhibition created by a few unknown artists. On the wall in the poorly lit parking lot, instead of a picture frame, artist tape was pasted around the picture to mark the framed area and the names of the artists. Through these underground exhibitions of unknown artists, I realized that art is not far from me, but is always with me even in the midst of difficulties. After the experience, I was immersed in painting like fate, not a hobby. Then one day I met Weiyang, a Chinese sculptor who lives next door. She became my friend because she and I share a similar passion for art. When she visited our house, I showed her my picture of her. She introduces the director of Foley Gallery, a local gallery in Karlsruhe, Germany. I had the opportunity to do an interview. After passing the interview, I finally had my first solo exhibition at the Folly Gallery in 2011. Since 2011, I have held many exhibitions, mainly in my home, Karlsruhe, Germany and France. The exhibition at Speisehaus Gurke is the most memorable of its time. I exhibited 20 of my works on Korea, invited talented musicians, and held a small concert with poetry readings. It presented Korean art and music to a German audience. Through that experience, I learned that art is a bridge connecting different cultures. In 2013, I moved back to New York and continued to be an artist after moving. Everywhere in my life, art is always with me. In the beginning, I drew with watercolor pencils. It is then used with acrylic paint. It is fun to express the impact of color and line, and acrylic is the best material for strong contrast. I think I get healing from reapplying a lot of wrong sketch lines. The acrylic medium shows how many wounds and mistakes can be healed and gives a nice message that "no one is perfect". Also, watercolor is a good material for painting without any restrictions. The flow that spreads out of control without the constraints of watercolor conveys a kind of message of freedom to me. I often paint using watercolors because I want to capture the invisible energy of things. Also, watercolor is a good material to paint without any restrictions. If I have limited time and I would like to paint it quickly, I would paint it with watercolor or watercolor pencils. Nowadays I have explored making a digital painting using Photoshops in a tablet. This experiment is important for me because I have a plan to combine art and medical content. I have also a passion to make highly qualified medical contents with an artistic aspect. When I was in Germany, I have worked with an international team, who developed medical educational content. After the development, I could get a great chance to present our project in the European Informatics Society. I found the possibility of collaboration between art and the medical field. That is my next goal. Within the tapestry of my existence, art assumes myriad roles—mother, teacher, counselor, and friend. It embraces me with nurturing arms, imparting wisdom in strokes of pigmented embrace. Through this sacred bond, I discover solace and purpose, a sanctuary where my spirit soars. As a mother, art cradles me, nurturing my creative essence with tender care. It breathes life into my dreams, shaping them into vibrant realities. With each stroke, a new creation is born, an extension of my soul, embraced with unconditional love. Art births me anew, bestowing upon me the courage to explore uncharted realms, where limitless possibilities await. In the realm of art, I find a teacher, a sage of infinite knowledge. Its canvas becomes my classroom, a sanctuary of perpetual learning. It whispers secrets of color, form, and composition, unveiling the hidden language of beauty. With reverence, I absorb its teachings, honing my skills and expanding my artistic lexicon. Art, my patient tutor, guides me toward self-discovery and enlightenment. In times of contemplation and solitude, art assumes the mantle of counselor. It listens to the whispers of my soul, interpreting my joys, sorrows, and aspirations. With each stroke, I excavate the depths of my being, unraveling the mysteries that lie within. Art becomes a vessel for introspection, allowing me to confront my innermost truths and find solace in the creative process. Through its gentle guidance, I unearth the fragments of my identity and embrace the journey of self-discovery. Art, my faithful friend, stands beside me in both times of triumph and tribulation. It celebrates my victories, lending a hand in moments of exultation. It provides solace in moments of despair, offering a sanctuary where emotions find solace. In the realm of art, I find companionship, a loyal confidant who understands the language of my heart. Together, we navigate the vast landscapes of imagination, exploring uncharted territories hand in hand. And amidst the tapestry of emotions and experiences, art weaves threads of humor. It dances with whimsy, infusing joy into my creative endeavors. Its playful brushstrokes invite laughter and mirth, reminding me not to take life too seriously. Art invites me to embrace spontaneity, to revel in the sheer delight of creative expression. In the realm of art, laughter becomes an essential ingredient, infusing my journey with lightness and levity. Yet, beyond the confines of my personal artistic voyage, art serves a greater purpose. It becomes a catalyst for healing, touching the lives of others through the lens of my paints. Stories unfold as my art customers share their experiences of solace and transformation, testaments to the profound impact of art's embrace. It is this profound connection that fuels my tireless dedication, infusing my mission with purpose and conviction. In the ebb and flow of my artistic pilgrimage, I remain steadfast. Art is not merely a pursuit of self-expression; it is a calling, a sacred duty to touch lives, to heal souls. It is through my brushstrokes that I seek to ignite sparks of hope, to offer solace and inspiration to those who gaze upon my creations. Each stroke, a testament to my unwavering commitment, resonates with the power to heal and transform. Thus, I continue to toil, to pour my heart and soul onto the canvas, driven by a sense of purpose that transcends the confines of my individuality. Art, my eternal muse, propels me forward, urging me to share my passion and light with the world. In this symbiotic dance between artist and art, I find fulfillment, knowing that my humble creations carry the potential to heal, uplift, and ignite the embers. |
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