Some friends were in town for the Seoul International Photo & Imaging Industry Show, so we went to Dongdaemun Design Plaza to shoot.
The ninth floor of the Lotte Fitin has a cafe with a terrace from which you can shoot… if you buy a coffee, of course.
i hate small children in theory because they are loud and covered in something sticky and disgusting but in reality they show me their macaroni art project and i cry
I actually believe artists and scientists think very similarly. Complex, abstract thought? They both have that down. It’s all about where that thinking takes you after that.
Words cannot describe how much I love this post.
I hate that the two are talked about as oppositional things. Science and art are bros, to the point where the debate still rages about which preceded the other. We don’t fight, we’re not enemies, we need each other. Ask an artist what they focus on, anatomy, light, color, depth. Do you know what that really is? Biology, theories of visual perception, and physics. The number of artistic movements that were literally started because of a new scientific discovery is staggering. Hell, to gain legitimacy, early photographers did their utmost to appear to be artists, because they knew otherwise, photography would just be viewed as an illegitimate gimmick.
I cannot tell you how much I despise this idea that science and art are at oppositional ends of the spectrum. You can not have art without the tools made by science (stylus, paper, ink, paint, video, anything), and you cannot have science without the explanations granted by art (written word, illustrations, diagrams, charts, anatomical models, medical comics). I literally once had someone tell me a video game could never be art because it involved science…well guess what, so did DaVinci’s works, so did the Impressionists, so did every artist ever. Even when you break it down to pure, raw abstraction, composition is simply math.
Science is art, art is science. Stop acting like one is pure intellect and the other pure emotion. Its an absurd binary, and frankly, it does not really exist.
O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin;
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke.
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from heaven’s yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke—banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, ‘tis what it is all about.
Sometimes it’s nice to take a break from studying and just be a kid again.
Some more smartphone shots from my walks in Seongbuk-dong last weekend.
(top) Spring blossoms at Samcheonggak, a former yojeong-turned-cultural space hidden in the forests of Mt. Bugaksan. Yojeong were high-class restaurants where, in the 1970s and 1980s, Korea’s rich and powerful would eat and drink to the music and dancing of gisaeng.
(bottom) Buddhist lanterns and beautiful tile-roofed hall at Gilsangsa, another former yojeong that was turned into a Buddhist temple in the 1990s. This is one of my favorite spots in the city - every time I go there, I’m overcome by the tranquility and happiness. It’s magical.