The Wind Path of the Soul in Iceland 2024

“We were being chased and running away. The friend I was running with was caught by a well. When I looked into the well, it was so deep and quiet. Was she caught in the silence? Ah! So deep and quiet……………..Ah! There is no time to lose my mind. I have to run away before I get caught. Because I haven’t been caught yet.” Dream in Iceland 2024 Sep

Multi Genre Creation in the international art residency "Oceanus" 2024 , Iceland

#1. Going Home, Iceland 2024

Where is the boundary between art and everyday life? My art is my home. My art always moves, so my home moves. It goes back and forth between present and past, everyday life and subconscious life, this place and another dimension, and is intertwined. Can my body and soul rest comfortably in a home that moves and changes constantly?

I met a girl who was crying with beautiful smile, laughed and cried at the same time. The tears asked to my heart, Where is home?

Go home and dance. My heart did not think. Just moved!

“It is Iceland! I have to go to Iceland.”

I flew to Eyrarbakki, Iceland, and made a small room where I dreamt every night and poured out my memories and writings.

“When I ran through life, I passed through so many airports and walked so many different streets. I felt like I had nowhere to go in the unfamiliar language and air, but suddenly I was home. For some reason, so many people gave me a small space, a moving home. "

Carrying Home on the head

Home was the moss in Eyrarbkki

#2. When a ritual is needed in life

Collaboration with Hera Fjord(camera and deep life resonance), Asta Creative clothes

In Iceland, the forest is truly precious. The forest was small and low, and the fields and forests of Iceland bloom and grow with difficulty in the harsh conditions, so they are even more splendid.

Aren’t there times like that in life? When precious things and people are disappearing, and it is sad, but you know that the cosmic nature is with us and we must accept. There are times when we have to do something to accept what we know with our body and heart. I got the moment and my life needed a ritual, and I went to the precious Icelandic forest with the Icelandic artist Hara.

It was strange. The moment I stepped on the forest land, I felt a dead body far away in the forest. A coldness I had never experienced before. Old songs, beings, and spirits brushed past me. I apologized to the countless souls that I had neglected due to my ignorance and laziness, pretending not to know the pain, and the countless beings that resonate by living hundreds or thousands of years ago. The mysterious Icelandic moss resonated under my feet, and my present life friend opened a new window with me. And the beautiful clothes by Asta creative clothes became hidden skin.

아이슬란드에서 숲은 참 귀하다. 숲은 작고 낮았지만 불모의 땅에서 어렵게 창조된 숭고함이 있었다. 삶에서 그럴 때가 있지 않은가? 소중한 것들, 사람들이 소멸하고 있어 슬프지만 그에 우주적 자연스러움이 함께 해 순응해야함을 알고 있을 때. 그때 알고 있는 것을 몸으로, 심장으로 받아들이기 위해 뭔가를 해야할 때가 있다. 삶의 의식이 필요했고 아이슬란드의 예술가 해라와 함께 귀한 아이슬란딕 숲으로 갔다. 이상했다. 숲의 땅에서 발을 딛는 순간, 저 멀리 죽은 몸을 느꼈다. 한 번도 경험해본 적 없는 차가움. 오래된 노래와 존재, 영혼들이 스쳤다. 나의 무지함으로 게으름으로 방치해 아픔을 모른 척했던 수많은 영혼과 수백년 수천년 세월을 거슬러 삶으로써 공명하는 수많은 존재들에 사죄했다. 신비로운 아이슬란딕 이끼가 발 아래서 공명했고 현재 삶의 친구가 새로운 창을 열어주었다. 그리고 아주 특별한 Asta creative clothes는 숨은 피부가 되어주었다.

“I am sorry. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.

Thank you, thank you."

They ask for forgiveness from the near past

and sing songs from old old past.

#3. The Wind Path of the Soul

Collaboration with Christine Gísladóttir(Photography) and Asta Gudmundsdottir(Asta Creative Clothes)

The souls that come and go infinitely dance as they move in and out of their bodies. Is the body the home of the soul? Is the body the path that the souls pass through? Home and path, road.. Can we see the dance of the souls that move in and out of the body, from the home to the road?

Perhaps the wind, the wind that passes through every corner of the body and spreads transparently in all directions, resonates with the dance of the souls? I waited the wind with the artists who capture Iceland's nature.

“Wind! Please use my body to show us the dance of soul.“

The waves that are driven by the wind are coming, and a seal is watching us from afar. Beyond the rough waves, I can hear the songs of some women. Ten million songs become the wind and penetrate the body. The curious camera presses the shutter humbly but dynamically, waiting to see if it can capture that wind path.

Before coming to Iceland, the souls that had been suffocating and sensing about death dance with the wind piercing through the heart. The wind path of the soul.