WHEN | 24 APRIL TO 19 MAY
WHERE | RESIDENTS GALLERY
Jooyun Lim, originally from Seoul, Korea, moved to Australia a decade ago after completing her Bachelor of Fine Arts in Ceramic Arts. Inspired by the tranquility of rural Queensland, she finds motivation in the natural surroundings, away from the competitiveness of her homeland. Recently, she garnered acclaim for her work, including winning prizes at the Brunswick Street Gallery Small Works Art Prize 2024 and a local art competition in Stanthorpe.
A Flower, has No Name delves into the intricate relationship between the artist and their environment. Through a series of ceramic works Lim explores the dynamics between self-identity and surroundings. Rejecting categorisations based on gender or nationality, Jooyun presents themselves akin to the nameless flower by the roadside—curiously beautiful yet unbounded by labels. Each piece encapsulates a journey into the artist's thoughts and emotions, inviting viewers to contemplate the essence of existence and the yearning for freedom amidst various settings.
Artist Statement
A Flower, Has No Name is about the relations in between me and myself and the surroundings:
#A between being me and myself in somewhere.
I express myself as a person, a human being not as title by sex or nationality, not categorized by anything like the flower on the side of road and assuring, resolving to myself that I am no one but still okay to be just me like the flower I see, I don’t know the name but still curiously beautiful enough that I am yearning to be free from every surrounding, where ever I am. I wanted to show my thoughts and feeling through the main theme of series of work A Flower, has no name.
#You and Me
Thinking about the disconnection and miscommunication.
Thinking about the spaces and the gaps between myself to others.
Relationship between you and me, you and you, someone to someone.
We crash like the spear and shield.
Stabbing and blocking, taking turns over and over again.
I wonder are we enjoying this painful bleeding, bruising one and other, we may already know how it simply ends but hard to see the end of it.
I turned around then chose to stop to seeing what's behind me.
I blocked, starting to stab instead.
Or it's your turn now.
I will hide away and will keep the silence.
# A place and a being: Me in the country side and the city, somewhere else and me.
I often look at the sky in days and nights. I feel the air when I look up the sky especially at night, amazed by the countless stars.
Then, there is the 'Moon'.
And I just pause myself from everything then the moment the air just becomes to the universe.
I have always loved the Moon its quiet, ambient gloss. I can stare at it timelessly.
I'm from city called Seoul, I often think about my home city and there was the 'Moon' always consoled me softly without saying a word. It feels different to the Moon I see here now.
My idea was from the solitude as being a person from outside in a new place. I am same person but different now, I miss my city sometimes, but I came too far away.
