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    Photo. Romy Finke

 

 

Return to the Rhombicuboctahedron, 2020

Maastricht, NL, 2020

 

Beginning—

This project began with a collaboration with the writer Gerda Bless during my residency at the Jan van Eyck Academie in the Netherlands, and with a story about the loss of family. At the time, Gerda was writing a novel about the 1992 Bijlmermeer air disaster and wanted to audiovisually articulate the interior of the airplane in which a seven-year-old girl who had lost her father in the crash encounters him.

Around that time, my grandmother suddenly passed away, and my family told me only on the final day of the 49-day mourning period, amid the confusion caused by COVID-19. Before and after her death, I often encountered my grandmother in my dreams. The promise we had made in reality—“Let’s meet again next year”—could not be kept, but was repeatedly fulfilled in my dreams. In this age of disease, loss was something that everyone at the residency, not only Gerda and I, had to confront. Some had lost friends, others family, and we were living through a time overwhelmed by grief. Through this collaborative project, I hoped to recover from my own grief and the sense of helplessness it had brought. As Gerda and I repeatedly spoke about loss, I learned that she was in the early stages of pregnancy. Strangely, the news felt like a hopeful future arriving from the past.

Development—

In 2019, I researched Eastern and Western symbols and associations surrounding the number twelve for a two-person project, Notes for Ahn(安). My research on the dodecahedron moved from the geometric dodecahedra of ancient Greece to the material dodecahedra of the Roman period, then through Albrecht Dürer’s Melencolia I, 1514, and Salvador Dalí’s The Sacrament of the Last Supper, 1955, finally arriving at Karel Biddeloo’s comic De Rode Ridder: De Dodecaëder, 2001. This trajectory—from ancient mathematics, alchemy, and art to a contemporary comic, and ultimately back to a tattoo image inscribed on an individual body—served as a device for entering a space directed toward my friend Ahn and the character 安, meaning “peace” or “comfort.”

Gerda, who had some knowledge of this research, found a copy of the Dutch comic De Rode Ridder: De Dodecaëder in a secondhand bookstore in Amsterdam, which I had been unable to obtain in Korea, and gave it to me as a gift. In the comic, the dodecahedron appears as an unidentified supernatural device capable of bringing about healing and transformation. The device’s capacity for healing and recovery became a point of departure for Gerda’s and my collaboration.

Space—

In translating the dodecahedron into a physical space, I needed a form with more faces—one that could move beyond the dodecahedron’s constricted interior and angular structure toward a form closer to a sphere. The Rhombicuboctahedron Fold-Up Pattern, a flat development of a 26-faced polyhedron, functions simultaneously as a blueprint for a three-dimensional space occupied by a single viewer, the interior of a crashed airplane, and a three-dimensional capsule serving as a temporary altar.

The twenty-six faces of the development form two symmetrical axes: Pattern I, containing vision, life, and the universe; and Pattern II, recording sound, memory, and flight. The vertical axis represents falling and rising. Yet once grounded as a physical space, this hierarchy is inverted, and falling and rising operate as a cyclical chain of images.

The structure, folded from cardboard and tape—variable and fragile materials—originated from the practical choice of materials that were readily available and inexpensive at the time. Yet their ability to be easily folded, dismantled, and reassembled also made them suitable for constructing a “temporary apparatus of connection” through which one might encounter a “being beyond reality.”

Encounter—

The viewers, most of whom were fellow residents, each spent time alone inside the twenty-six-faced space, separated from the outside world. A cassette tape player placed at the center of the space contained letters recorded by Gerda and me in our respective native languages, and the viewers could record their own messages onto the tape afterward. Although the contents of the letters, recorded in different languages, were not necessarily comprehensible to one another, the tone, breathing, and silences of the voices connected them through grief and longing.

Return—

As viewers emerged from the space, Gerda, the viewers, and I would often embrace one another warmly. Gerda and I copied the recording tapes and each kept a set.

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