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μ¬μ₯μ΄ λκ»λ€"λ λ§μ΄ μμλλ°, μ¬λμ΄ μμ¬μ μ΄κΈλ μ§μ νλ©΄ μ¬μ₯μ΄ λκ·Όκ±°λ € νκ° λκ² λ§λ ¨μΈλ°, μμ¬μ΄ λΆλνμ¬ κ·Έλ μ§ μμ μ¬λμ μμ¬μ μ΄κΈλ μ§μ νκ³ λ κ·Έλ° νκ° λμ§ μμΌλ―λ‘, μλ§ κ·Έλ° μ¬λμ μ¬μ₯ κ»μ§μ΄ λ§€μ° λκΊΌμ΄ λͺ¨μμ΄λΌκ³ μ§μν λ°μμ λμκ² μ§. κ·Έ "μ¬μ₯μ΄ λκ»λ€"λ λ§μ μ’ λ κ°μ‘°νμ¬ μ€κ° μκ² νννλ €λ λ°μμ "μ¬μ₯μ νΈμ΄ λ¬λ€"λ λ§μ΄ μ°μ΄κ² λμμ΄, μ°μ νκ° κΈμλλ‘ μ§νλλ©΄μ, λ κ΅°μ¬μ κΆμ΄ μμΉ λ¬΄μνκ³ λ¬΄μμ΄λ λΆλμ μμΌλ‘ λ§κ΅¬ λ°μ΄λΆμ΄λ©΄μ, μ¬ν μ λ°μ μΈ λΆμκΈ°κ° "κ²°κ³Όκ° μ’μΌλ©΄ κ·Έλ§"μ΄λΌλ μμΌλ‘ νλ₯΄μ, μμ¬μ μ΄κΈ°λ κ²μ λ³λ‘ κΊΌλ €νμ§ μλ νμ‘°κ° λ§μ°νκ² λκ³ , κ·Έλμ "μ¬μ₯μ΄ λκ»λ€"λ λ§λ§ κ°μ§κ³ λ ννμ΄ λΆμ‘±νλ€κ³ λκ»΄μ, "μ¬μ₯μ νΈμ΄ λ¬λ€"λ λ§μ΄ λμ€κ² λ κ±°μΌ. κ·Έ ννμ΄ μμ¬μ κ΄ν κ²μ΄λΌ, λ€μ "μμ¬μ νΈμ΄ λ¬λ€"λ λ§λ‘ λ°λ κ²μ΄μ§. λ€ λμμ νΌμ³μ§ νκ²½ μμλ μ¬λμ΄ λ³΄μ΄μ§ μλλ³΄λ€, λ΄κ° λκ·ΈλΌλ―Έ μ³μ€κ².
What little thing stings my eye. It is nothing more than a small raindrop. Rain came down normally. I just moved at great speed. Now living in the time and space of the people who have been sacrificed. We are skipping very important things and it seems to be called figures (or consciences).
I got tired of the sting. Ordinary people with brilliant brains use brutal violence. Thinking deeply about why we are always cruel to each other, we thought about the origins of the many problems that surround us as we planned the exhibition "Umbrella and Fan" in 2015.
Β It can be a shame of man (conscience), or a feeling of speed (force) that the world feels as a reaction to the rapid rotation of the world. Feel the speed of the world around me, amplify our shame, and determine the pain that passes through me.
You have a long tongue. Way too talkative. What is the next excuse? Originally, people said, "My heart was hairy." It was in the 1960s. The heart was originally in my body and could not get hairy, but the fact that the heart was hairy means that the heart is very thick. There was a saying, "The heart is thick," but if a person does something against his conscience, his heart will be pounded, and his conscience is bad, and if he does not do so, Such a person would have come from a guess that the heart shell is very thick. The words "heart is hairy" have been used to express the "heart is thick" emphasis more realistically, as industrialization has progressed rapidly in the 1960s, and the military regime ignored the principle, As a result, the general atmosphere of the society is "stop when the result is good", so that there is a tendency not to be afraid to break the conscience, so the word "heart is thick" I felt, "I got a hair in my heart." That expression is about conscience, and again, "conscience is hairy". You can not see a person in the landscape that spreads out before your eyes, I'll circle.