The value of the invisible
On Park Hill, Sheffield, Yorkshire, England, a bridge is made for people to pass between the 13-story skyscrapers. One day, a young man named Jason started writing down his heart with a white spray on the bridge to propose to the woman he loves, Claire.
This letter, written by a young man who had a phobia of heights, despite his dizziness, has moved many people's hearts since then.
There is so much graffiti in the world, but why did this writing move people's hearts?
The bridge of the building was not like the place you would find in a popular tourist destination. It didn't look fancy and luxurious to anyone. It was a bridge where ordinary people went to work every day in the fierce field of life, sometimes in a state of unemployment, sometimes wandering on the road of life, and staring blankly at the outside. A young man who sprayed white spray while singing a song to express love comes to mind on such a bridge. In a word, it was a love that the world could not buy with money. That is why people who recognize the value of that love begin to gather. And they start to be interested in the characters of the graffiti and their true love. But in reality, the couple never got married. Women die of cancer at a young age, and men continue to struggle with poverty.
However, this sad story that the company took notice of has become a commodity. Due to its popularity, the building was reconstructed. But the bridge was left untouched. The place is like the goose that lays golden eggs. They dimmed the woman's name and put her neon sign on his famous handwriting. And they made the letters into icons and sold them.
Couldn't it just be remembered as a beautiful moment of the couple? Or could they have rewarded the poor young man who wrote the letter herself?
It reminds me of an image I received at an exhibition in the past.
In the exhibition hall, a child looks out the window. There is a fast-food restaurant in front of the gallery. It's full of people. Everyone is laughing and talking.
The unknown artist exhibiting in the gallery wants at least one visitor to come in and look at his paintings. But only a small child is his visitor. The child looks to the other side. The images I saw were people's hearts for art. It may not look like that fast food restaurant, but artists dream of a landscape where you can feel free to come in and look at your paintings. But the reality is only for those who can see its worth. That is why art, which should be the purest, falls victim to extreme commercialism. Wouldn't it be great if people could genuinely reward and treat the value of that beauty? And how great would it be if artists could cherish such values and create works of art? Then there will be no need for marketing or business. But there is no utopia in the world.
The group Yungblud sang the story of Jason from Bridge.
His lyrics linger in my mind for a long time.
“A kid lifts up a spray can/ And never thought it would be famous what he did/ Turned the mess into a dreamland/ With a quirky act of romance/ A version of Romeo and Juliet/ This time with Adidas sneakers and cigarettes/ A couple of kids trying to cut down the safety net/ They twisted the story so they could bring glory to it” (by lyrics, I Love You, Will You Marry Me? Youngblud)
Myungja Anna Koh