Jong Oh

A few lengths of hand-painted strings, some monofilament lines that quickly disappear, an impossibly thin chain or two. Most of Jong Oh’s materials could fit into one closed fist when disassembled and feel pretty unremarkable.  However, once he assembles them into constellations floating in space they feel infinite. Solid and knowing, revealing hitherto unknown information. Clueing their audience into the universal and hinting at the foundations of reality. They ultimately seek to gently recalibrate how the audience sees the subtle details of life when they leave the exhibition space.