On 05, May 2012 | No Comments | In | By Cathy
I am sick: To a certain extent, I am autistic. I have customised a mode to restrict myself. I’m fond of classifying and aligning objects. I love relative balance. I am rational, yet sensual. I often make moves that are particular to obsessive-compulsive disorder patients. I´m out of tune with people from the very start. If I don’t comply with my original thoughts and behaviour, my life will be left in pain. The world is not perfect, I’m be attached to things which may have no value to others, and will pay a lot of efforts in exchanging them for what does not make sense in the view of the majority. Sometimes, I can make a very strange and special thing, however, then again I may not even be able to complete a truly simple action. I do not like to compare with others, I do not look forward to awards, I do not mind any mark or result.
I cannot define myself; at the same time, I cannot define what is art. I love to define, but also don’t like to define: I believe this may be caused by my mental condition. In my point of view, I think all things are the same, art and creativity has embraced nothing unique to surpass any others. I have not done anything to affect the arts; at the same time the arts never affected me either. So what is the relationship between me and the arts? I found that no matter what the media has been, in what area or realm, to do, to create or to interpret whatever, I am still who I am. It is not difficult to find the essence of my existence. Art for me is not particularly meaningful, equally to philosophy. A quote once made me reflect on this relation for a long time: “He is not related…” Jenny said.
Mr. Cho graduated from the MVA (Experience Design) in summer 2013.