what a obsession of un-satisfaction

Blue Fish, C-Print .2009

c print .2009

if you hold my hand

http://sayadajung.tumblr.com/page/3#245319451

Hold my hand .2009 by Saya Da Jung







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supplies; Starbucks napkins, pieces of cloth, thread, cunductive thread, a LED, button switch

I Cannot Hear You.
“Beep! Swipe the card again.”

Everyone is wearing a wristband with a beeper on it. When someone approaches another within a certain radius, the beeper lets off warning sounds, “Beep, beep!” to prevent people from getting too near and close to each other.

This situation represents the ironic human wish to approach others, but to keep a certain distance between each other. They do take a step forward, dreaming of communion, but they cannot hear the others, because they are afraid of being hurt and, thus, obstinately keep a distance between each other. They abort communication halfway; blaming the bad connection, claiming, “Sorry, but I can’t hear you.”






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2009. leica c- lux

Scarring for healing

So... have we had sex and then??
- no... maybe not yet. not really...


Every memory between me and him is dim and blurry.
not sure... it's due to lack of sleeping...




what were we talking about??
- ???

was it a dream?
I talked a lot... with you... didn't we??
-well, not so much.

no way... are you sure?? I think I did, seriously..
-tell me. what have you talked?

no... I can't remember it clearly...

it's a shame... I cannot share it with you...
strange... although I've just met you, I feel you are so close... like I've known you for a long time...
is it all because of the dream I had??
I'm a bit scared... everything would be a dream... even this moment...









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C-Print 2009. Thanks for Hyte Siera Jeannette

I look at my cocooned self. I have a fragile self, inside, that refuses to grow and chooses to stay secure in a small space. I consciously break shells to set myself free, to overcome stagnancy.

Strange... It used to happen on my birthday. The day that should have been the happiest day instead was the gloomiest day because of not hitting it off with people who were close to me. This time is exactly the same as before. No... it’s worse... I am barely holding back my tears almost bursting time and again... ‘that’s it. A birthday is nothing. Don’t think about it...While I am thinking, the cell phone rings. I shouldn’t have picked it up... I became a total mess. The tears are running and are not stopping. Don’t do that. Don’t think.To cheer myself up, I’m going out for a walk in this late night. To buy beer. ㅡ.ㅡ Yeah~! Lucky! Today, this market had my favourite sausage stick cheese tasting! Usually, they just have a squid tasting. :P Up!!
Maybe... people are easily depressed on their birthday because of expectations. Does a birthday really have that much importance? No way. Even I cannot remember the moment of my birth. On this birthday, I should congratulate my mommy for the difficult time she must have had giving birth to me.

On your 22nd Birthday C-print. 2009

sound story #1.bathroom 2min 42" single video installation on monitor. 2004

This piece is about the fictionality of what is believed to be real. People easily rely on their senses and think only what they take through their senses to be the truth. This work expresses the trap of this belief.

This is a video work where the observer can see a stationary scene of a toilet. Visuals are still but sounds are presented to lead the viewer to the direction the artist intended. (In the scene, a woman’s high hills are heard and followed by the sound of the woman presumably changing her sanitary napkin.) The scene ends with an unexpected situation, raising questions such as what is real, what exists, and what is hidden.



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