The Monologue of Men and Women: A Love Story of Unspoken Sentences
On a narrow playground, in the afternoon as the sun sets, Min Nam-joo squeezes out his last strength to run.
The Abyss of Black Ink, Beyond the White Silence... Choi Byung-so's 'Meaning and Non-Meaning'
In February 2026, the winter in Seoul is particularly cold and dry. As we enter the doors of Perrotin Seoul, we face a massive wall of silence. The wall is black. But it is not just a simple black. It is a geological layer of time created by thousands, tens of thousands of hand movements, and a trace of a desperate struggle that occurred in the process of language being reduced to matter.
