Seung-Min Lee: Light White
|When||13 Feb 2021 - 11 Apr 2021|
262 Meserole St.
Young gamers drop dead spontaneously in South Korea every month, week, day? What is time right now but a horizon line we see hazily in the battery life of our phones. At this point–exhausted from days without sleep and bathing, slugging down cups of ramen noodles at their seats transfixed by a glowing screen that offers them a gateway into another realm–the bodies of the gamers give out, unable to continue mining incessantly for whatever in the virtual. They succumb like Methusaleh-old trees in lonely forests meeting their arbitrary mortality deadlines.
Outside these darkened cells, the streets and subways of South Korea once throbbing with the bibble bobble pace of businessmen trying to watch the Samsung Lions bat home runs on their Samsung phones while narrowly avoiding impacts with kids and their mothers taking selfies with their novelty food finds, schoolgirls on chat apps gossiping about outlandish outfits of the Kpop stars of their dreams. Now these streets are quieted and empty–sound-blanketed by the fear of contagion.
The space where we in the developed countries of the West sequestered in our sanitized homes, watch TikTok dance videos coalesce into visions of coworkers on Zoom pleading for mercy because they had to walk their dogs or their turn to virtual school-sit their children.
In the unspeakable North, North Korea, a place only pictured in the everyday in the West by renegade gonzo journos from outside and state sanctioned arrays of mass supplication to order, the everyman is alone in his suffering or his joy. Dear Supreme Leader and near divine avatar of prosperity, Kim Jong Un has disappeared from view under mysterious circumstances. No longer touring factories of women’s hosiery or farm machinery on campaigns of retail leadership, Kim Jong Un has become unwillingly introverted by circumstance, as we all have everywhere else– by the nimbus threat of death.
The infection that lurks soundlessly among us, turns even the least vocal into Karens, afraid of casual contact from strangers and admirers alike. The only safe space is a white one; lit from glassed objects we can safely grasp in our hands it transmits our feelings in non-committal likes and blocks. Light reflects our contours transmitting data to the cloud, to the hungry servers–our dreams and discontents.
We here in the West are legion, vociferous in our current discontents, as the pleas of the perennially oppressed are drammeled by authorities in uniforms and broadcasts. The only safe thing to do is to shield ourselves in white; like sun worshippers afraid of cancer we make plaques that announce we are here but we cannot be tarnished by its broad luminescence. We are here, ganging together in peaceful ad hoc masses with signage held by our hands so that guns don’t–so that guns won’t–be necessary, serving up space for that multiplicity of voices we imagine as our collective selves can be seen and legible. We are present to be witnesses to the carnage that claims those that hang on to this archaic vision of liberty as Kim Jong Un scoffs at the plight of freedoms.
Yet he is but a straw man, a construct of the exotic stuff we’ve been feeding on like Beyond Meat burgers bleeding the “blood” of red beets down our chins while we ache to believe that our insufferably altered existence is still better than that of those subjugated by the will of one man, distant and alone like OZ behind a nuclear curtain.
How we yearn for something small, something containable like our fantasy of disease controlled by our distinguished apparatus–perhaps eradicable by dry ice containers of pharmacologically approved mystery meat.
Seung-Min Lee (b. 1981) lives and works in Brooklyn, NY.
Selected exhibitions and performances include: TedTalks iChicken, “MoMA Downtown”, New York, 2020; Freeport: Kim Jong Un Liberation Art, Hauser and Wirth, New York, 2020; Kim Jong Un: Spring Awakening on the Pacific Rim, Human Resources LA, Los Angeles, 2019; Popular Revolt, iRape : Ted Kavanaugh SoulCycle Instructor, NYU Skirball Center, New York, 2019; Intolerable Whiteness, The Kitchen, New York, 2018; On Whiteness, The Kitchen, New York, 2018; Kim Jong Un presents Global World Karaoke Championships, NADA NY, New York, 2018; #themalso?, Performance Space New York, New York, 2018; Full Disclosure: A History of Personal Racial Macro and Microaggressions, Highline, New York, 2017; Dialectical Behavioral Therapy to Internally Smash the Patriarchy, Racism, Ageism, Classism, & Bad Manners to Win Friends, $etc., Safe Gallery, Brooklyn, 2017; Workout Prototype for an anti-racist, classist, misogynist, Woke New World, Present Company, Brooklyn, 2017; Informed Consent Dual Agency Open House Karaoke, More Art, New York, 2016; Price of Admission: Let’s Not Gentrify Chinatown, But Say We Did?, Essex Flowers, New York, 2016; Memory Palace, Alisa Baremboym and Seung-Min Lee, Luxembourg and Dayan, New York, 2015; Women, Inc., Artists Space, New York, 2015; On Discipline, Regina Rex, New York, 2015; End Of The Night Café II, Kim Jong Un Hacks Chipotle, David Lewis Gallery, New York, 2015; Sing’s Millennium Mart, Interstate Projects, Brooklyn, 2015.
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