Memory of Incompleteness, Healing, and Comfort Somebody told me that they were photos that he wanted to leave by the bed and to go asleep. I have never seen what Hyung kyung Choi captured through photos and did not assign any significance to them as artworks. They might have been like familiar voices that were unexpectedly heard from the FM radio in an afternoon, but you never knew whose voices they were. They are documents, but not exactly formal and he captures moments as freely as possible based on his own rules. We begin to fill up our drawer of imagination freely since the moment of pressing the shutter. Ah, love which was not achieved, Ah, knot whose fate was not tied, We, including you, come to imagine the past which was not as desperate as seen through Choi’s photos. We keep filling up the empty space of memory which felt so sad and melancholic, Sadness turns into delight. Delight turns into bliss. Bliss turns into another love. We, including you, get comfort for the unborn fruits of memory. And we get healed continually and constantly within the suffused colors of Choi’s photos. Writing/ Chan Park