Friday, January 10, 2014

Are they artists? : Chiara Goia's "Sculptors Village"


"Dong Cheng, in China, is a village where every commercial activity turns about the reproduction of more or less famous sculptures." Italian photographer, Chiara Goia, documented workers chiseling away faux reproductions of renowned classical sculptures for her “Sculptors Village" series.

What triggered me about these images was the question of “artist.” These workers dedicate their entire time (and probably life) carving and chiseling with their tools, producing imitations - “perfect clones” - of the original statues. The very fact that what these workers are creating “fakes” and, in a sense, counterfeit products, excludes them from the title of an “artist.” They don’t get to share their identities or even their names. When these sculptures are delivered somewhere else, people don’t care about who created the fake Michelangelo’s David or any of the workers’ names. ”In this context, the creators of these ‘fakes’ assume a marginal position and then almost disappear behind the ‘real’ authors that they copy. Even more oddly, they end up blending with the same reproductions they have been molding and portraying. Reproductions of something that is already reproducing something.”
Does this mean that these workers are not artists? Can we define them asartists? These workers have created these “fakes” with their hands; they have fulfilled “a very physical and tangible job” that requires highly-specialized skill and precision. On another thought, don’t we see these “fakes” as art? Aren’t they art?
Bringing in my art history studies, some of the common components to classifyart are: craft/skill, mimesis(resemblance to reality), aesthetic(beauty), expression. Thus, I cannot but agree that these “fakes,” despite being a “copy” are in fact art (though “expression” may be a difficult term to associate in this context). But however you define artwhen you see a fake David in the park, let’s say, you’d probably classify it as art. Maybe not original (in the sense of the term as both a noun and an adjective), but certainly art. (I certainly would.) Then doesn’t that identify these workers as artists


quotes of goia and images from chiaragoia.com

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

2.0.1.4.

1:55 AM
2014년 1월 1일

딱 1시간 55분전에 2013년이였다.

N E W Y E A R. 새. 해.

Yesterday it was 2013. Now it is 2014.
Some people meet up with their families and relatives and have a special dinner. 
Some people go to parties or clubs, dancing and drinking and enjoying the last bit of 2013.
Some people gather around in allocated areas in their cities or towns for the countdown, waiting excitedly in the winter chill.
As they count "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!" they burst in shouts of joy, screaming "Happy New Year!" hugging, kissing, cheering as the new year begins.

Or at least that's what I think happens. All from what I've seen on live countdown on TV, movies and from what I hear from others. Possibly even Korean dramas (however accurate they may be.)

I have never celebrated New Years before. Let alone New Year's Eve. Last year's countdown was through a Skype with my friends which wasn't all hype and golly. The year before was in Korea with my family, sitting on the couch, watching a live award show and at the end, it was only me while my brother and my parents went to sleep. 

The countdown to 2014 was with my friend over a messenger app on my phone. Deliveries of "Happy New Year! It'll be a great year! :)" was received and sent by text messages to my friends. I spent the last few hours of 2013 and beginning of 2014 sitting with my laptop by myself in my friend's condo, listening to happy shouts outside on the streets.

This all sounds very sad, and it may well be. 
Yet, I don't think it's sad. I don't feel sad. If I was, I probably would have called my friend to do the countdown at least rather than messaging her. I probably would be crying right now. 

January 1st. The start of the New Year. It's definitely exciting, but nothing has really changed. About two hours ago a new year began but nothing happened. I don't feel anything different. Nothing has changed. Nothing extravagant has happened to mark the beginning of a new year. I am still sitting at the table looking at my laptop screen as I did two hours ago in 2013. The hype of celebrating the New Year didn't really get to me.

Reflecting on the year that passed and settings goals to achieve for the new "me" is definitely an important task. Goals are super important. It gives you a purpose and motivation to try something new, explore and experiment. Setting the new year as the time to start is great but I think every day is a day you can reflect on your yesterdays and set new goals and start aiming for them. "New Year" shouldn't be the motivation to start something new or transform yourself. The start of your goal should be when you are ready. When you feel like it is the right time to start. When you are comfortable to begin the new challenge you have set. 

January 1st, 2014 is just another tomorrow, or right now at 2 AM, it's just another today. It will be another yesterday in about twenty hours, and life continues. 

But I do agree,
2. 0. 1. 4
is exciting !

These numbers are brand spanking new.
New numbers to write in our notebooks, our diaries, our letters to friends (Do people even write hand written letters anymore? Though, I can proudly say I do.)
New numbers that appear on our phone screen and at the corners of our laptop screens.
New numbers that, for awhile, will be repeated on the television, on radios , in commercials, that people will get excited about.
Numbers that are definitely not new in the fashion industry as Spring 2014 surfaced throughout from the beginnings of autumn of 2013.

It definitely is exciting that I am now twenty in Korea.
I have exciting and new challenges planned for me to do for the remaining semester left of my first year and the upcoming summer. 
I am ready to push myself for an adventure, for new experiences.
I am prepared
and I hope the world is prepared as well.

Cheers!
Mirae