Images by Lee Ji Sun
Once anyone has learned about the loneliness in life, he/she cannot live without it. And this applies to the one who has decided to leave, who always leaves. Being sure about where to return is the simplest but profound energy for the traveler to wander around. Rising worries in strange places, tricky ways drawn on the map, unfamiliar roads and walls approaching the body. Each step should be careful, overwhelming, curious and the traveler feels every single element surrounding him/her. After things get familiar beyond the first experience, sometimes the phone covers walker’s eyes and the earphones block the ears, as if he/she walks in the dark hallway.
Though following certain decisions is different from making the very first steps, it appears pretty similar when we get to a place called the end of something. The body feels so heavy, carrying small and big memories with their tracks, and the heart gets lost on the ground where the time has passed away like a dream. Then, the tiny bed waiting for a long while alone in the room welcomes the body the warmer. The empty house gets full of ‘me’ and the full house gets empty because of myself.
People usually dream of sweet homes. It often becomes the money story which vanishes purest hopes, but having his/her own home is always the basic desire for human beings. Small studios, divided rooms by rooms in Europe, shows amazingly various structures and features, and serves as a temporary habitat for young people who just left from their parents’ breast. Indifferent of the changes of the world, these rooms still keep old furniture with irrelevant objects which had been added by their former passengers. A young inhabitant gets older with the world clock, leaves the temporary nest, then another young comes in to start a new life.
In the modern society where there are fading borders still make complexity, people quite their home places and drift for all different reasons. Even though the new house where the family first moved in never appears to the young child, we just get used to it until we find its particular comfort inside. As a puppy recognizes the footsteps from far away and gets ready to welcome the owner, the person heading for home already sees his/her home the most clearly.
My home, is a memory that remains deep in the heart while I’m living elsewhere, and also a small bed where I may get into with the tired body after finishing the day. The place where separated family members get together like a puzzle, the place offering the impression of return, that becomes the home. For the one who has left, the home may be nowhere and also can be anywhere, like those living in the street. And the home always comes along with the life lead inside.
The studio in Paris, where I settled in after a certain number of moves, my parents’ house where I can put my baggage for a while to greet several mornings, the house in Geneva, where I can make a point of running times, professor’s houses, friends’ houses, and all the other temporary accommodations… They all mix up in memory and construct my actual home in the present.
Lee Ji Sun is a young Korean artist, who does activity in Paris, France. CultureM Magazine releases her art works images by drawing, writing, video, photograph in every month. http://artleejisun.com/
이지선은 프랑스 파리를 중심으로 유럽에서 활동하는 젊은 한국여성작가이다. 회화, 비디오, 사진, 글 등의 다양한 매체로 작품활동을 하고 있는 그녀의 이야기를 컬쳐엠이 소개한다. http://artleejisun.com/