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Kimsooja and Clay
Back when I stopped existing, when I stopped being myself β I started to think of myself as Clay.
Figures: we all started out like that.
We were shaped out of the mud; moulded into the perfect simulacrum of god.
And as a god, you can sit in Archive Of Mind and imagine moulding life with your own hands.
Take clay, to create a perfect part of you that you love, in a material of your own flesh, malleable and warm.
Forming spheres and orbs, limbs and agony, all that soft potential.
Finished, you can even imagine reaching into the chest of your creation, pulling out a rib, slowly, feeling its resistance gently break like a snapped twig, moulding it to make a female. A pair.
(Seriously who came up with these myths? Better than any surrealism).
When you have gathered and made your clay, shaped that part of you as you wish, you may release it; watch in the passage of time a field of raw creation growing, a population waiting to be born.
Kimsooja is a multidisciplinary artist originally from South Korea. I donβt know what they meant by this piece but this is what I felt.
I encountered Archive of Mind at the Gallery of NSW in Sydney; it affected me and I recommend it.
Beautiful! Is the written piece also by Kimsooja?