Good cadence
24 August 2020A timely visit, and a timely exhibit, informed me about Kim Whanki. He too had lived in New York, a place I imagine was then as strange as known. While he longed much there for moments past, he arranged longings into cadences and made the stay his last. In writings, they were shelved alongside his list of tools and recipes for color. Seemingly obscure but never obscured, they sat as odd vintage relics and filled pauses between the spines. On canvases too, he remembered and recalled them so he could create anew. This would be done as follows: He would first enclose them in individual daubs, made in familiar strokes. With enough of them together, they would dot into patterns, novel from those elsewhere and distinctively his.
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