Song Lee

Painting as a seed • to generate possibilities

Paintings are seemingly close but distant. They are always looking at somewhere else where you can’t reach. They point at the incident which has not yet happened, or which has already passed by. Looking back, or looking forward. - Your eyes follow the tip of their fingers, only to realise very soon, that you have just slipped off of the frame. Or you end up following the same path repeatedly, not knowing when or where to stop. - With the nature of painting as a still image, things are 'not given'. Paintings are helpless. They remain silent and you can’t force them to speak out. The stories are made up with this urge in mind, to make the sense out of them. I wasn’t always right. You could sometimes be wrong. - The paintings are still there, silent.