ZEN MACHINE

a thousand breaths - from 250,000 miles : Kinetic #4

my gift is my breath. take this breath. to you, my god’s gift.

_250,000 miles: distance from the moon to the earth

_cotton flower’s language : wellness & protection for you

using mechanical components and natural objects, changyeon lee[studio god's gift] transplants ‘breathing’ into physical objet in a form of ‘motion amidst rest’ as his core aesthetics. his works are articulating ‘breaths’ as a metaphor for ‘perpetuity of existence’ consoling the transitory nature of life.

_artist of the year, destig award, london, 2018. (Link)

_grand-prix artist, international young artist association, 2018.

_scope miami beach art show, miami, united states, 2018. (link)

_“my gift is my breath”, gallery we, seoul, 2018. (link)

_“breath-in’ seoul”, gwanghwamun plaza/square, Seoul Urban Art Project, Seoul metropolitan government, 2018. (link)

_aesthetica artist spotlight / artist directory, 2018, united kingdom. (link)

_artrooms international contemporary art fair(curated by sotheby’s s2 gallery director fru tholstrup, palazzo strozzi’s director arturo galansino, star-architect marco piva, christies’ victoria wolcough and tabish khan from the londonist,) seoul, 2018. (link)

human breath pattern data(quantified-Self) + cotton flowers permanently preserved & dyed by the artist, birch wood, prepared motor, micro-controller

size(variable) : 48 inch(120cm) width x 48 inch(120cm) height x 4 inch(10cm) depth

a thousand breaths

at the end of everything, beginning of everything becomes distinct.

it was my breath. while i was waiting for the arrival of my end, this thought occurred to me; i want to hand my breath to my you.

blessedly, my end did not arrive to me at that night. i came to consciousness soon after, and started capturing my breath into this work.

the world being with you was a field all in flowers. wandering in our field, i have prepared to inbreathe eternal full of life into the scenery of us. it was the only thing i would, should, could do before someday, the end of everything, arrives from somewhere, at sometime, or sadly by some other people, not by ourselves.

even though i have already been aware that this world is not correct, my reason to live, to survive, always, it was you.

to my you, i want to present this. the thing that i will keep until the end of my everything.

my gift is my breath.

take this breath.

to you, my god’s gift.