YONGSAN
ใ์นจ๋ฌต์ ๊นจ๊ณ (Breaking the Silence)ใ
7. November - 16. November 2024
*์ ์ ๊ธฐ๊ฐ์ด ์ฐ์ฅ๋์์ต๋๋ค.

2022๋ 10์ 29์ผ. 159๋ช ์ฌ๋ง, 195๋ช ๋ถ์.
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ด ์ซ์๋ฅผ ์๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋ค. ์คํฌ๋กค์ ๋ด๋ฆฌ๋ฉด ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ด๋ฏธ์ง๊ฐ ์์์ง๋ค. ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ด ๋ฐ์ ์์ง์ธ๋ค. ๊ณง์ด์ด ๋ด๋ฆด ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ํ๋ค. ์งํ์ฒ ์นธ์ ๋นฝ๋นฝํ๊ฒ ๋ฉ์ด ์ฌ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ ์ฌ์ด๋ฅผ ํค์น๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์ ํ ์จ์ ๋ชฐ์์ด ๋, ๋ฌธ๋ ๋ ์ค๋ฅธ๋ค. ์ธ๋ถ์ง๋ ์ธ์นจ, ํ๋๋ก ๋ป์ ์, ํฌ๊ฐ์ด์ง ๋ชธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์ด๋ด ๋ค์ ์๋๋ค. ์์นจ 8์ 40๋ถ, ์ถ๊ทผ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ผ๋ง ๋จ์ง ์์๋ค. ๋ฐ์ ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ์ฎ๊ธด๋ค. ๋ฌดํ์ ์ผ๋ก, ์ ์ ๋ค๋ฌธ ์ฑ, ์๋๋ค.
์ดํ์์๋ ํํธ์ ๋น๋ช ์ด ๊ณต์กดํ๋ค. ์ธ๊ตญ์ธ, ์ฑ ์์์, ์ข ๊ต์ธ, ํ๊ต, ํด๋ฝ, ์ ์ง, ํ์ฌ….โจ์ด์ง์ ์ธ ์ฌ๋๊ณผ ๊ณต๊ฐ์ด ๋ ๋ค์ฉํ๊ฒ ํ๋ฐ ๋ค์์ฌ ์๋ค. ์ค๋ ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ดํ์์ ‘๋ถ์จํ’ ํน์ ‘ํดํ์ ์ธ’ ๊ณณ์ผ๋ก ์ธ๋ฉด ๋ฐ์์ผ๋, ๋ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์๊ฒ ์์ ์ ์๊ฐ๊ณผ ์ญ๋์ ์ธ ์๋์ง๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ฌ์ผ์ผ์ผฐ๋ค. ์ดํ์์๋ ํ ๋จ์ด๋ก ์์ํ ์ ์์ ๋งํผ ๋ค์ํ๊ณ ๋ณตํฉ์ ์ธ ํ์ด ์๋ค.
๋์์ ์ดํ์์ ํ๋ ๊ณต๋๋ฌ์ง์๋โจ๊ณณ์ด๊ธฐ๋ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋์์ผ๊น. ์ด๊ณณ์๋ ์ด๊ณ ์ถ์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๋ชจ์ฌ๋ ๋ค. ๋ค๋ฆ์ด ํ ์ด ๋์ง ์๋ ๊ณณ. ์ผํ๊ณผ ํด๋ฐฉ์ด ๋์ด๋ก ์๋ฆฌ์ก์ ๊ณณ. ๊ฑฐ๋ถ๋นํ๊ณ , ํ๋ฝํ๋ฉฐ, ๋ฐฐ์ ๋๊ณ , ์๊พธ๋ง ๋ฐ๋ ค๋์ ๋๋ ๊ฐ ๊ณณ ์๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์ฐพ๋ ๊ณณ. ๊ทธ๊ณณ์์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์์ ์ ์ธ์ ํ๊ณ ํ์ํด ์ค ์ด๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ ์ค์ฌ์๋ ํ ๋ก์ ์ถ์ ๊ฐ ์์๋ค.
์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ชจ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชฉ๊ฒฉ์๋ค. ๊ทธ ๊ณจ๋ชฉ์ ๋ค์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์. ์ข์ ๊ณจ๋ชฉ์ ๋ด๋ชฐ๋ฆฐ ‘๋ชธ’์ ํ์ธ์ ๊ณต๊ฒฉํ๋ ๋ฌด๊ธฐ๋ก ๋ณํ๋ค. ์์ ์ ์์ง์๋ ๋ฌด๊ดํ๊ฒ, ์๋ก๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ณ ๊น์๋ญ๊ฐฐ๋ค. ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๋ ์ ๋ฐ ๋์๋ฌ๋ผ ์ ๊ทํ๊ณ , ๋ ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๋ ์๋ ํ๊ป ์์ ๋ป์ด ์๋ก๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ญ๋ถ์กฑ์ด์๋ค. ์ด์ฝ๊ณ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ฒ ์์ด๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ๋ชธ๋ค์ ๋ฌด๋ฐฉ๋น ์ํ๋ก ๊ธธ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ์ ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฑ์ฐฐ ์๋ ๋ ผ์๋ง ๋จ๊ธด ์ฑ, ๋น๊ทน์ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ํ์ ธ ๊ฐ๋ค. ‘10.29 ์ดํ์ ์ฐธ์ฌ’๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ฌํ๋ฅผ ์์งํ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ํ ๋ฉํํฌ์๋ค.
์ด์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ 2022๋ 10์ 29์ผ ์ด์ ์ผ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ ์ ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์๊ฒ ์ง์์ง์ง ์๋ ์ํ์ผ๋ก ์๊ฒจ์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฏ๋ก ์ฃฝ์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋ผ์ง์ง ์๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ฃฝ์ ๋ค์๋โจ ์ฐ ์์ ์ ์ ๋น๋ ค ๋งํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ค๋ ๊ธฐ์ตํ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ ์๋์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ, ๋๋ก๋ ์๊ฑฑ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์ถ๊ณผ ์ฃฝ์์ ๋งํ์ผ๋ฉด ํ๋ค. ์ด ์ ์๋ ์ผ์ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๋ฌป์ด๋์๋ ์ฃฝ์์ ๊บผ๋ผ ์ ์๋๋ก, ์ฌํ ์์ด ๋ง์๊ป ์ธ ์ ์๋๋ก.
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฌํ๋ณด๋ค ๊ฐํ๋ค. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ์๊ฒ๋ ์ฌํ์ ๋๊ณ ์์ผ๋ก ๋์๊ฐ ํ์ด ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ๊นจ๋ซ๋ ์๊ฐ, ์ฃฝ์ ์์์ ์นจ๋ฌตํ ์ด์ ๋ ์ฌ๋ผ์ง๋ค. ์ด ์ ์๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ํ๋ ๋น์ ๋ ๊ทธ ํ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ ์ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ํ ๋ฐ๋๋ค.
๊ธ. ์ ์์
October 29, 2022. 159 dead, 195 injured.
We decide to forget these numbers. As we scroll down the screen, another image keeps showing up. Our fingers move quickly. Now we need to get off the subway. Navigating through a subway packed with crowds, we struggle to catch our breath. In that moment, the memory returns: cries of anguish, hands reaching skyward, bodies layered upon each other. Yet soon, we forget again. It’s 8:40 a.m., time to go to work. With blank expressions and mouths sealed, we move on. We forget it.
In Itaewon, cheers and screams coexist. Foreigners, LGBTQ+ people, religious groups, schools, clubs, bars, office buildings… People and spaces, seemingly incompatible, are boisterously mixed together. For a long time, Itaewon was shunned as a place of ‘dangerous’ and ‘decadent’; yet for many, it sparked artistic inspiration and dynamic energy. Itaewon has a diversity and complexity that defies any single description.
At the same time, Itaewon was once a cemetery. Perhaps that’s why so many come here, wanting to live. A place where differences are not faults. A place where liberation has become playful. A place sought by those rejected, excluded, and pushed out with nowhere else to go. There, people find others who would accept and welcome them. And at the heart of it all was the Halloween festival.
We are all witnesses of that day. Let’s go back to see that alley. In that narrow alley, bodies turned into weapons, pushing and crushing one another against their will. Some cried out desperately for help, while others reached out, doing their best to save each other. But it wasn’t enough. Soon, bodies grew cold, lying defenseless on the streets. And after leaving behind a debate devoid of reflection, the tragedy was quickly forgotten. The “10.29 Itaewon tragedy” became a profound metaphor for our society.
Now, we cannot return to October 29, 2022. That day left an indelible scar on us. Thus, the dead do not disappear. Even after death, they speak through the voices of the living. I want to remember those voices for a long time. I want us to talk about life and death more loudly, so we could unearth the buried deaths that relentless daily life has hidden away and cry our hearts out without reservation.
We are stronger than sorrow. We have the strength to rise above grief and move forward. Once we recognize that, there’s no reason to stay silent in the face of death. I fervently hope that you can find that strength while experiencing this exhibition.
Written by. Sola Shin



