Photo Journal Monday: Goseong
All images and text by Goseong
Counting Shadows Blackens My Fingertips
I become more aware of the fragility of life after I had been through the deaths of family members. I wonder how this physical world is structured by the perspective of a self and spiritual relation between the mind and observation.
I see the absence which paradoxically turns into a sense of presence. And I begin capturing a pervasive sense of temporarily and mystery in a place that is both familiar and alien. I examine the origin of this phenomenon by the interplay of images of the raw state of nature and myself to explore the ambiguous boundary of consciousness and its beyond.
I began this body of work from a small village in countryside. At the scorched field, the ash seeped into the soil with each rain and the winter gusts snatched at the reeds. There was a bone. The death of the animal was white. Crows were crying. Perhaps they witnessed it and came for the body. It was right after the funeral.
In the dawn, walking in the woods after meditation became a ritual. Once the frozen night came to a harsh landscape, and the quiet mountains turned into a spiritual place in the sudden transition of climate. During the hike, the strangeness from the absence of life overwhelmed me by the lack of sensory experience. Frankly, this condition of absence brought a vivid memory of what existed in this place and an intensive presence of them.