more of what went on in korea, everything i add first you see last, so the order could be strange

what i see ends up in the studio somehow (i swear)






do you like short cut or overgrown astro turf?
at the palace on a hot day. koreans kick off their shoes (im sure there is a reason beyond comfort) and rest, kind of just hanging out around the old buildings where they offer shade.

her apron matches her fish
supporting these graceful old trees (and the clapping man outside of the secret garden)

there is a kite man in heaundae that releases this extremely long string of kites into the sky above beach, and it it so long you cannot even see where it ends, he reels them in an out on giant spools that are anchored into the sand.
bringing the tripods down to the beach, and the horizon

green tea fields, mountians terraced bright green, i like the tree sort of peacefully disturbing the order. it was a rainy day and from above and below you could watch peoples bright umbrellas floating through the rows of green.

ferry ride to jagalchi, so many boats in the water. boats are so much stranger than planes. watching them float is so eerie and wonderful to me.

a cloud hanging off of a mountain
bags of pigment. thinking about color a lot after wandering through the markets. draping a space with it's colors, building up its density.

a whole lot of watermelon
one of the shops where why sew giant masses of this nylon material, sort of like tents or the soft sides of trucks. there is a man in the back, where it is dark at a sewing machine, working on this mass that is spilling out of the shop into the alley.

some very nicely displayed lettuce.


the potential for sound being held up over the lake

i had the length of string for the balloons wrapped around two rocks, when i let them unwind the balloons just swept away from me out into the hazysoft blue sky, until they got as far as they could. i do not know at what point the next day they dissappeared, and/or the bell sank into the water.








they use giant balloons to hold up messages here, on banners that flap in the wind.

behind, again

i like how the poppies have bowed little heads


and lady's mantel when it rains

so a lot more to come soon.

the flight back was another long trip of almost constant light. and keyholes.

the building with all the crashing down inside, rice paddies (that as you drive by them seem solid and green and then suddenly begin to become transparent and reflective. you can see the sky in them one minute, and intense thick green the next), the density of color and my parents backyard.

i have been enjoying the last two weeks at my parents house. my mom's garden is especially wonderful this year. it has been hot, and humid and one day last week I was laying down on our family room while my dad was outside mowing the grass and the fresh cut smell of it came in the room with the fluttering curtains. it was an overcast afternoon. it is peaceful here. after two months in a strange city it was nice to come home to the backyard and the garden and my dad mowing the lawn.

i have to see about getting some pots so i can at least plant some herbs.

weight squeezing out cracks of light

the sun and its shadow



clapping outside the door to the secret garden

bee buzzing, plane flying

this is a little garden that seemed to spring out of nowhere next to the clay studio. things like this are everywhere.

today i learned that 20 years ago Gangnam was all rice paddies. how odd to think of that now. something sort of still and flat is now tall and shiny.

the area down by the lake has changed a lot in a few weeks. it it getting all dug up, there are more fences, and amongst all these piles of dirt someone has planted a small rectangular garden.

korea=color

and how do you keep a wave upon the sand.

you can print a pot with a computer these days

field trip to nam june paik art center lead to a nighttime walk along the han river from one family mart to the next, carrying a boom box playing extinct korean bird noises from the 1980s and seting off fireworks.

met another artist that is trying to launch his own satellite into the atmosphere--as a controllable shooting star. i would like to see everyone looking up at once.

i went to sit and of course picked the broken chair and someone said "so you are going to be that person that holds up the broken chair all night." so one day, i think i will.

seoul was hazy
and hot today. it's buddha's birthday.

the other day when i went exploring dongdaemun market i stopped at a paris croissant cafe and managed to order a coffee-shaved-ice thing as large as my head.

ufo pastries, bread with a very long hotdog inside.

you can buy wonderful fireworks here in 7-11 that shoot out a burst of light every few seconds before they die. i need to go get some more.

there are lots of tiny areas of land that are used to grow food. land next to the highways, in between roads.

the market is an amazing place. here in the grocery stores there are people shouting and shouting--like this talking watermelon truck, and at the markets men are carrying huge loads on their backs--or loaded onto motorcycles--they move around huge amounts of material at once. this place is so full of objects.

there are alos elections going on. i got off a bus somewhere and there was a long line of people in blue suits wearing white gloves and sashes with the candidate's face in it.

i heard the current mayor swam across the river to prove the water was safe.

what a pot is not. there is a lot of potential here.

a wonderful chart made by one of the grad students here

oh and happy birthday kyung hee university. school has kind of stopped and lit up tents have popped up everywhere--to celebrate the school's birthday. it reminds me of the hill in paris where julianne and i ate mussels. although it is strange that school is suspended for its birthday, there is a nice lively atmosphere about. bright tents glowing in dark rain, full of eating drinking and laughing. doesn't really remind me of school. and it's tuesday.

you can get take out delivered to a picnic table here.

last week was teacher's day, they take that pretty seriously too. all the students gathered in one room ans sang to the teachers. and i totally unaware, was brought into this room and had to sit up front while it all happened. then we went downstairs and had cake and juice boxes.

anton got some socks, and some vitamin c candies for his health.

yesterday matt gave a great talk (art=life) at Silla University in Busan. it felt very different there from kyung hee. they were also having a ruku festival. which appeared to me to be a sort of delightfully frantic process--and a bunch of the students were wearing hats made out of newspaper. then we rode the ktx back to busan. lots of mountains and greenhouses. very organized land.

in the dorm, all the other women line up their shoes outside their doors, and today the hallways are also full of drying umbrellas.

there are groups of students that gather and play traditional drum music. they sort of walk very heavily, very assertively putting one foot an front of the other and beat their drums. the part i actually like is that one person wears this hat that has this ribbon-dancer part and the long ribbon whips around their head.

everyone like to stand under the cherry trees and shake the petals down.

and out on the lake are lots of little floating houses. i do not know if they are for fishing, living or both, but i like them.