Language: Korean

  • K-SARAM I: Tale of the pig head

    Centered around the Koryo-saram community in Rostov-on-Don, Russia, the film displays a shamanistic memorial ancestral ritual „Jesa”, encompassing the collective memory of Korean diaspora, the wish of the Koryo-saram for a unification of South and North Korea, and showing the real appearance of the ghosts of migrants whose transformation to spirits was not succeeded. “Saram” means human in Korean. The title refers to the today very popular K-export- products like K-Drama, K-Pop, K-Beauty, etc. and to the name that the Soviet-Korean diaspora uses instead of the South-Korean term “Koryo-In”. Approximately 500,000 ethnic Koreans reside in the former Soviet Union. Most…

  • Hier und Dort

    Since I arrived here in Germany from Korea, I always find myself in the unlearning situation. While I encounter completely different cultures, languages, situations, I have had to throw away a lot of what I have already learned and at the same time take away a lot of what I need to learn anew. I am already a learned person, but at the same time an unlearned person here.

  • MRI fiction journey

    During MRI scanning, I would fall into a profound deception, and in this unpredictable space, all alone and completely disconnected from the outside world, I would travel the universe and ponder about incidents that I would never be able to experience. Incomprehensible yet significant senses and experience that I accidentally faced one day. And the goosebumps from the realness of those moments is weighing down on me. Based on such experience, I visualized my fictious stories along with those of others.

  • All my sign

    Shinjuku in winter, 2017-. I feel useless when I try to look at coincidence as inevitability or create romance from mundane things. So I drink alcohol now in an ordinary bar with nonsensical neon lights. I thought my destiny was to drink alcohol, by necessity alone, in any place. I never tried to change that. Then I make eye contact with a man sitting across from me. Outside the window it is snowing. Between the things that fall naturally and naturally, I was alone.

  • Cinabrethe

    I have a strangely comfortable feeling in the porch, being neither outside nor inside. Since then, the porch has a role for me above the space. My porch, existing as an ambiguous size, occupies the role between outside and inside. neither cold nor warm, neither dangerous nor safe, neither noisy nor quiet. Why do I feel safe in this indeterminate space? I recapitulate the insignificant events in my everyday life, I am on the trail of the past and the already disappeared.