Gin Kimpark(🇰🇷)🇳🇱
Kinetic Sculpture-InstallationThe Quantity of Physicality
has been saying about
Outside of time, Weight doesn’t exist
&
No Swaying, Nothing Happens 2
&
Objects are Distorted than They Appear
.At
The Place We’ve been
we witness repeatedly
Balanced; inevitably fragile
.A
Tongue Twister
keeps trying to
Balance-re-Balance
reiterating that
Just as Nothing is Perfectly Balanced, Nothing is Perfectly Out of Balance
.No Swaying, Nothing Happenss
is
An Awkward Truth
captured by
A Tool for ‘Unmeasurable’
on
The Flow
emerging through
A Möbius of Inertia
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A Möbius of Inertia(2020)
Installation
installation, A Möbius of Inertia, 2020
It is supposed to be installed at an outdoor, especially an open field,
so the reflective material wall of the structure contains the sky within itself.
installation, A Möbius of Inertia, 2020
The illusion of the other side of what you are looking for in the darkness is the real that reflect you, and now the darkness you belong to is no longer darkness.
As for the state where the inside and the outside coexist like the Möbius strip, everything is a matter of sight and also a matter of cognition. The spatial structure made up of one plate is an open space where only the relative concept of ‘the other side’ exists,
and this is connected through a tiny slit between the two states.
the spatial plan, A Möbius of Inertia, 2020
concept sketch I, A Möbius of inertia, 2020
concept sketch II, A Möbius of inertia, 2020
Sometimes I think of myself going into a casket.
So small that my body barely fits into that perfectly sized casket for myself.
I mean lying straight on my back as close as possible to the bottom of the casket.
My nose is about to touch the inner part of the casket’s lid.
My neck is so stiff that I try to turn my face around for a while.
Then my ear grazes the lid..
I feel uncomfortable with the back hair that I forgot to tidy in advance.
I struggle to lift my head slightly to make them comfy.
I conceive, ‘Will my forehead hit the lid first with a thud or the tip of my nose hit first with tingling?’.
Ah! I have an idea.
Holding the stiff steel ruler up, put it onto the highest part of the forehead and nose at the same time.
I check which face part would touch it first if it was the ceiling.
So small that my body barely fits into that perfectly sized casket for myself.
I mean lying straight on my back as close as possible to the bottom of the casket.
My nose is about to touch the inner part of the casket’s lid.
My neck is so stiff that I try to turn my face around for a while.
Then my ear grazes the lid..
I feel uncomfortable with the back hair that I forgot to tidy in advance.
I struggle to lift my head slightly to make them comfy.
I conceive, ‘Will my forehead hit the lid first with a thud or the tip of my nose hit first with tingling?’.
Ah! I have an idea.
Holding the stiff steel ruler up, put it onto the highest part of the forehead and nose at the same time.
I check which face part would touch it first if it was the ceiling.
text from installation, A Möbius of Inertia, 2020