Night long struggle to catch the tail of that image, The surface thick, Underneath, desires impure, I, the larvae, would like to swim. Catastrophe from within wanted, required. Repetition murmurs, Difference exhausted, Caesura has no heroes. Perhaps it’s time to leave, The scene. Sep.2012 Zhang Feng Studio, Beijing

” One sunny afternoon, ‘I’ and chattering languages Suddenly recede, Into the quietude of meditation” July, 2011, Won Lee ” 어느 화창한 오후, ‘자아’ 와 언어의 속삭임들이 문득 명상의 적막뒤로 사라지고…” 2011년 7월 이원형

Babble on “Who am I ?” A question asked by my dear young friend recently, When Nietzsche cried out, “We killed Him !” the subject “I”, transcendent, grounded, God given, moralistically set by traditional power systems also made its exit. Existentialists somehow managed the glimpse of it to reappear “We do not know where it came […]

“396 Affected” The multitudes of pre-historic figures are assembled on a plane, which invoke uncertain visual resonances of mumblings or poetries. The work also investigates how the social, or the power emerges in pre-linguistic collective psychology by arranging the figures in different configuration- a large group of people, a small group, three, two or a […]

” The Red Jeans Walking” A red cardinal perches on the primavera by the studio, ” Jeans, labels, consumers, desires,, Body-here, body not here, Sex-here, sex not here, Art, commodity , Red Jeans in Fire, Spectacle, Decommodification , Recommodification, ‘Imagine there is no possession…’ Twit, Twit, Twit, Twit………….” Tongue in Cheek and flew away.. Won Lee 2011

“At the edge of Immanence” Imageries of the unformed, Tiptoeing around histories, Hushing so that they remain closed. At the edge of it, hearing the murmurings of the world unthought ever before, The world we lost in museums. The night of imageries, in dreams, in the flash of a morning, The unformed shall survive throughout […]