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The Landscape Never Ends

Art Critic Kim Jong-Gil (Chief of the Education Team, Gyeonggi Museum of Modern Art)

In 2005, Kim Yon-Suk moved her workshop to Seonheul-ri, Jocheon-eup on the Northeast of Jeju Island. She also changed her art stage from a printing art plate to canvas, too. Should a workshop for artists be the womb of conception, moving to Seonheul-ri must have been, not only the migration from a plate to a canvas, but also the transformation of her entire art base. As such, her new workshop was a new settlement that opens a door to a new world and an aesthetic port to embark to an unknown open sea far from the land. The fish species she brought out from the sea were the flowers, trees, winds, clouds, lights, and the universe, mingled in the landscape of Seonheul-ri. She painted the toxic rooted herbaceous perennial plant called Jack-in-the-pulpit, which was used as an ingredient of poison bestowed by the King as a death penalty. She embroidered the deciduous broad-leaved shrub, mountain hydrangea, and Amur Adonis that blooms in the spring snow with feathery, finely divided leaves .Shrouded and fascinated by the dancing stars deep in the night sky, and mesmerized by the wandering fireflies, the dark forest of cedar trees lent itself, exhausted. To the unmanned and unapproachable Gotjawal forest and the crowded tree shadows, the whole universe holds its breath. As the daylight fades out to the rising nightlight, the forest is awakened and animated. All spirits and creatures, even the minute particles in the forest, come out and begin to dance. Her brush and acryl were just not enough to capture the green life of the boisterous forest and the pounding throbs of the universe. She could only steal a piece of the scales from the vast stage of the landscape scenery. All she could do was, either pilfer the purple inner flesh from the trees in the Gotjawal forest, or follow the sole of a foot from the yellowish wind that ghastly spreads through the wider bypaths. What she found at the end of the forest landscape where the head of the wind and its shaking tail had already disappeared, was Geomunoreum.

Geomunoreum has been recorded and pronounced in different ways, such as, Geomeunoreum or Seogeomunak in Chinese characters, or Geom-eun-oreum, all meaning a blackish mountain. Oreum refers to a small volcanic, mound, or hill erupted parasitically to a big volcanic mountain. What could it be there to make people see the color, black? Some say that because the forest is thick and rampant, it looks black and was given the adjective in the Korean language, ¡®Geomun¡¯ or ¡®Geomeun.¡¯ Others claim that because the oreum is unmanned and unapproachable and thus, sanctified, the prefix ¡®Geom¡¯ was taken from the Chinese character ¡®Ëû,¡¯ to signify its divinity. They all sound plausible. There are 360 some shamanic shrines and more than 360 oreums scattered all over Jeju Island. But the deities and goddesses did not limit their abodes to the shrines. The forests on the island grown from the dews through the tens of thousands of years, are the very dwelling of the myths and legends. That is why the landscape in Kim Yon-Suk¡¯s ¡°The Path to Geomunoreum¡± is a forest but indeed, it is not just an ordinary forest. There is no other forest that can be a rivalry to the mysterious force that emanates from the Geomunoreum forest.

It is the forest that survived the Cenozoic period through countless struggles, blazing heat, hunger and thirst. Generations of bio species and geological formations have evolved and propagated in this forest. Look at her work, ¡°Time in Geomunoreum.¡± It is not the reality of the pathetic civilization but the vivid revealing of the forest, rooted through the layers of faults from the Cenozoic period, and the apparition of small specters of the totems reaching out over the forest and to the myth of the moon. The ground formed with faults reminds one of the mollusks of the Cenozoic period, like foraminifera or called ¡®hole bearers¡¯ and sea urchin fossils, or echinoids. This small landscape scenery, which starts from the ground that forms a forest and then, crossing over the forest to reach the bright moon, looks solemn and even sacred.

How about the Milky Way and stars floating in the night sky captured in the ¡°Time in Geomunoreum I¡±? The time that we see the clusters of stars is our time but they had to travel through tens of thousands of light-years to shed their glittering light seen to our eyes at present time. The trees in Geomunoreum are the very eye witnesses of the starlight and the Milky Way, visiting the forest from the countless yesterdays of the past, now!

¡°The Path to Geomunoreum¡± series portray a landscape with a path connected through the densely clustered cedar trees to the far end of the forest on the other side, where the path eventually disappears into the oreum. She also occasionally looked inside the horseshoe shaped oreum. The small peaks erupted in the deeply sunken crater and the oreum as a mother¡¯s body that brought the birth of Bengdwigul, Manjanggul, Gimnyeonggul, Yongcheondonggul, and Dangcheomuldonggul caves, seem very real in her paintings. The orange colored path, elongated through the forest, and the zoomed-in orange screen, must be the realistic manifestation of Geomunoreum, as the ground, well-alive and still hot, where creation is proceeding.

People used to make charcoal and others hid guns and rifles in this forest. Some dug trenches large enough to rest their bodies to hide in. In this forest, even the war was peaceful and the death was a resurrection. No matter who came, the big womb of Geomunoreum never took the seed of life away from anyone. A while ago, I saw the perpendicularly formed cave, the naturally formed air vent called Punghyeol in the Korean language, spotted laurel (Aucuba japonica) shrubs, and the clustered tall tree, star-anise (Illicium anisatum) along the path leading to the oreum. I also saw the vestige of an old charcoal kiln. Because I am a human being, I felt pathetic in front of the cave trenches of the Imperial Japanese Military. But soon I realized that we are not just a person in Gotjawal forest, where the narrow lava valley is stretched. Looking into Geomunoreum in Kim Yon-Suk¡¯s paintings, slowly and breathlessly, we can feel that we all have reached some point in the forest. Her paintings emanate the colors and lights of Geomunoreum, which are not revealed to our eyes but should be an inevitable entirety. With the dark and blackish green trees, the mystique is not lost and the path is still connected over the endpoint of the screen.

The clashing glows of the dawn and sunset bear both the morning and the evening at the same time. The night and day are mixed and the spring and the fall cohabitated. With the wind passing through the naturally formed air vent, and blowing along the narrow valley through one cave to another, the landscape scenes never end. All things are languished and settled in the cedar tree forest.

The art world of Kim Yon-Suk reminds one of the long-lost spirituality of fine arts. It is the same spirituality that the nameless or genius artists engraved in their paintings and drawings, rather than the contemporary aspect, since the modern era, in which an aesthetic world of artists was interpreted, by categorization of the paintings as recreated nature. It was such a short period of time in the medieval and the modern ages, when the spirituality that used to belong to the religious iconization, whether it was Buddhism or Christianity, was finally segregated and become independent. Encouraged by the autonomous spirituality, fine arts also began to invite nature, as it is, into artistic creation. Consequently, the romanticism and the realism in the West and the exotic painting style since Woo Bong and Jo Hui-Ryong in Korea prevailed. The spirituality in fine arts begins from the earnest trust in fine arts itself. The spirituality is neither a religion nor shamanism. The artistic spirituality is the very artistic nature that arises only from fine arts. I see the artistic nature in Kim Yon-Suk¡¯s, ¡°Geomunoreum,¡± as representing Jeju fine arts. It is the aesthetic consciousness that can never be reached through the competitive perspective of looking at nature, such as World Natural Heritage or the New 7 Wonders of Nature. We are now collectively faced with a crisis of Jeju. Nature is beautiful when it remains natural. She was able to reach and hold the artistic nature, because her object was Geomunoreum, that has kept its natural state. Likewise, Jeju Island can maintain the supremacy of its beauty only when Jeju is kept entirely natural. I hope that Kim Yon-Suk¡¯s fine arts can be the spirituality to cure Jeju¡¯s nature, on the path of destruction.

 

 

 

 

 

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