FRAGILITY
Youjin Um
South Korea

In the daily life of the beginning and the repetition, I take the center of my mind and begin to walk on the map I drew. A lot of steps that sometimes went straight along the mind map to work or recharge, and then back again. Create objects that are drawn through memory in accumulated time.
I walk and walk with a lot of thoughts and resolutions today and tomorrow to meet the place I always go to. I heal the wounds of my heart caused by others through the methods and routes of walking on the road. Perhaps as I walk on the road, I can comfort myself with my weakness and get good nourishment to come back to work as a worker and make my things. Repeat turning and turning at a constant pace to find another direction and avoid frequent glances.
The shadow I have drawn continues the life of trying to focus on me on the road.

Brooch « Chapter-II », 2021
41 x 85 x 15 mm / 39.39 gr
Sterling silver.
Hand Sawing.
Photo : Kwangchoon-Park

Brooch « Chapter-III », 2021
20 x 87 x 24 mm / 27.42 gr
Sterling silver.
Hand Sawing.
Photo : Kwangchoon-Park

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