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Oh Jung

Held by a warm heart Mother always managed the jars in jangdokdae clean in the ild days.


There were our local food, thanks to the jars, we could have had the delicious foods for all four seasons.


The uses of the jars became wide these days. The jar that holds flowers, crops can hold everything.


What else could be contained from my jar. Sorrow, love, anger, death, life… We gain abundance, but sometimes it makes us feel the vulgarity.


The jar holding loneliness. Working on that full jar everyday, it makes me think that my life is a repeated routine, but when I look in the detail, the jar was born in the form that gifts me the similar, but different sense.

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