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Text Review 2005-07-01

"The Joy of Having a Painter Friend, Shin Jang-sik, the Aesthetics of His Communication" — Yoo Si-min Critique (2005)

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Exhibition
[Exhibition poster] 〈Meditation — Mt. Geumgang〉 poster
〈Meditation — Mt. Geumgang〉
Dates
2001-09-04 — 2001-11-09

Summary

A critical essay by political commentator Yoo Si-min on Shin Jang-sik. Contrasting the common stereotype of painters as 'unfathomable eccentrics' with Shin's "exceptionally common-sense" persona, Yoo reads the artist's work through the lens of 'aesthetic communication' (소통의 미학). He recalls Shin's 1970s entrepreneurial New-Year-card business at Sim-In High School in Daegu, the legendary case of submitting an oil painting to the Gyeongbuk provincial competition under his older brother's name, and the 1977 reading-room conversation with friends that convinced his parents to let him enter art school. The piece argues that Shin's recurring motifs since 1988 — flags, lanterns, lotus patterns, Bukhansan, Gwanghwamun, and — are ultimately tools of communication rather than expressions of a particular nationalism.

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Artist's Blog
Author
Yoo Si-min (Political Commentator)

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The Joy of Having a Painter Friend — Shin Jang-sik, His Aesthetic of Sotong (Communication)

Yu Si-min (commentator)

By a widely held preconception, the artist is, in one way or another, different from ordinary people. Among them, the painter is regarded as a particularly "difficult eccentric." How far this preconception matches the truth I cannot say, but from my personal experience it does not seem an entirely groundless prejudice.

First, there is the matter of the work-space. The studio of a poet or novelist evokes an old-fashioned bookcase packed with books and a desk strewn with manuscript paper. A pianist's practice space is bound up with images of a glossy instrument, sweet sound, and long elegant fingerwork. A painter's working space, however, resembles those tiny back-alley "machikoba" (small workshops) in Mullae-dong that deal in metal building materials. Canvases and tools lie scattered everywhere, and the unfamiliar visitor hesitates to step in. If the master of the studio loves drink, empty bottles with cigarette butts inside take their share. If he is a poor "anonymous painter," instant-noodle cups with dried residue at the bottom will surely roll about. Unlike the works hung in galleries, encountering "the scent of art" in a painter's studio is not easy. At least, that is what every painter's working space I have known has been like.

The painter himself is no different from his studio. As a student I once saw, in the school art-room corridor, a teacher who had stayed up all summer night working — bare-chested, holding a Bacchus bottle in his mouth, stretching. In today's parlance, it was indeed "eopgi (bizarre)." Each in his way, the "people who do painting" I have known were absorbed in some "matter" I could not understand; what that matter was, despite all my eavesdropping, I never could grasp.

Things being made by "such people" in "such studios," works too are no easy thing. From the days when I first peeked into exhibition halls to gather pamphlets for vacation homework until now, I have become a "hypocrite who keeps up appearances" before art works. There was a work, for instance, that I thought depicted "a fly on a wide wall," while a friend with me insisted it was "watermelon seeds spit out on the floor." Grumbling to myself "what sort of painting is this!" I still stood for at least two minutes with my eyes lightly closed before the work. Rather than immersing myself in the work, I was on edge, careful that the others in the same space not catch on to the fact that I am a philistine who knows little about art. Ah, the way of the cultivated person is indeed an arduous one!

This is not, in truth, a matter to be borne by me alone. Having spent days and nights wrestling with calculus formulas and statistical numbers under the pretense of studying economics, my chances to smell the scent of art were few; but if painters had been more diligent in speaking out — if a broad, everyday communication had existed between artists inside the art world and ordinary people glancing over the fence — surely even I would not now be so timid about stepping into the space where an art exhibition is held.

By that "widely held prejudice," Shin Jang-sik is certainly an exception. At least, he is for me. Among many reasons, the most decisive is that he ceaselessly speaks to those living outside the world of his profession. Even when I do not entirely follow him in logical terms, I can, through the work and his expression and tone, "in my own way" surmise the aesthetic sense and message he is trying to send across the fence. This is because Shin Jang-sik is, contrary to "the widely held prejudice about painters," "ordinary, all too ordinary." Whether holding a "common aesthetic code" that lets him communicate without trouble with "outsiders to the art world" is a great strength or a fatal weakness, I do not know — but to tell the truth, that is how he is.

I dare say it: Shin Jang-sik is an artist of extraordinary "communicative ability." He showed this gift early on, from his student days. The friends who attended a Daegu high school with the curious name Simin (心印) in the mid-1970s will, every one, have bought a sheet or two of the bizarre New Year's cards Shin Jang-sik made. The "Shin Jang-sik-brand New Year's cards" — featuring the Hahoe mask, dragons, lotus patterns, thatched cottages, and children mimicking Lee Jung-seop — enjoyed enormous popularity, supported by their low price and high "artistic dignity," and thanks to this "popularization of art," he secured pocket funds for creative activity every winter vacation.

Not having been blessed with wealthy parents, the New Year's card business was for Shin Jang-sik a crucial "supply route." With these funds he procured what he needed for oil painting. Possessing both artistic talent and material infrastructure, Shin Jang-sik became the only one among some five hundred classmates of his year to paint in oil. If memory serves, it was the winter vacation of his second year. Too young to qualify as an exhibitor, he submitted his oil painting under his older brother's name to the Gyeongbuk Provincial Art Exhibition. Though no major prize, it nonetheless took an award. He "communicated" this secret quietly, and the friends caught in that secret network ran in a pack to the exhibition hall. As I recall, it was a painting in which porcelain ware, an apple, and a quince lay on a table.

Shin Jang-sik had countless "communications" with "outsiders to the art world," and the most decisive in his life was carried out in the corridor of a reading room somewhere in central Daegu in the spring of 1977. The problem was the family's opposition to his entering art college. By many indications, had he given up art school, his likely destination would have been the College of Commerce at Kyungpook National University. With the strong support and encouragement of his friends, Shin Jang-sik convinced his parents and went on to art college. Of the friends who, with no doubt that he would succeed as a painter, urged him to set his will, not one is now in an art-related occupation. They became accountants, lawyers, office workers, university professors, freelance commentators. They held that conviction because of his "communicative ability." Had he chosen otherwise, Shin Jang-sik might now be sitting at a desk in a bank branch, stamping seals on newly issued large-denomination checks, regretting the choice he made twenty-five years ago. Meeting good friends — even in an artist's life, this is one of the great fortunes!

From around 1988, Shin Jang-sik painted flags, , lotus patterns, and various other traditional motifs — things resembling what he had seen long ago at the village shrine of his maternal hometown — and later printed the same as woodblock prints. Then he painted Bukhansan and Gwanghwamun. For the past several years he has painted only . "What is ours," "tradition," "historicity" … art critics seem to analyze and ascribe meaning to his work through such concepts. But knowing well that Shin Jang-sik is no nationalist who especially venerates national tradition, I do not think those concepts alone sufficiently explain why he paints such subjects. Traditional motifs, the cheongsachorong, Gyeongbokgung, Bukhansan, Mt. Geumgang — these, in my view, are no more than tools of his attempted "sotong (communication)."

Shin Jang-sik is an ordinary father with one son and one daughter, and a most diligent husband who keeps house with the woman with whom he dated almost daily — who, surely, also painted. He is "a thoroughly normal middle-aged man" with no peculiar political leanings or eccentric habits. He weaves the life of an artist and the daily life of a man without any noise. Among friends he balances well the moments to listen quietly with the moments to make his case. He commits neither the folly of subordinating art to something else, nor the opposite error of severing it from history altogether. In a word, Shin Jang-sik is a "sound citizen" of the Republic of Korea, a painter pursuing "broad aesthetic and emotional communication" with his contemporaries.

A truly outstanding artist creates "something" that has not existed. The new "something" can be conceived through eccentricity beyond imagining or through the absolute solitude of facing the wall (myeon-byeok), but it can also be the product of incessant communication (sotong) with others. Because Shin Jang-sik is not suited to eccentricity or wall-facing — a "sound, all too sound citizen" — I believe that the works he has made and will make are all the products of the deep and wide "communication" he has shared with family and friends, with neighbors and contemporaries, and with history.

This belief brings the joy that only the believer can know. Before Shin Jang-sik's works, I look for traces. Somewhere in the new paintings, too, there must surely be traces of the "communication" we have shared together. The joy of feeling those traces in the heart — this is the inalienable privilege of one who counts as a friend an artist who fattens his soul through "communication with others."

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