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A journey to find your own scent

Visual artist Park So-ra. The title of writer is still unfamiliar. Even though he claims to be a writer, he seems to be out of touch in the art world. Even if you encounter other artists' works, it is not easy to feel familiar or comfortable. An appreciation that is not accompanied by understanding reminds us of the back of the canvas. Art disappears and only the presence of an unknown object is confirmed. Even though I am an artist, the sense of alienation that I reach while facing art shakes my identity horribly. As a prescription to overcome this, it enters a sudden wise man time. It pours out theoretical questions. What is art, and who is the writer? What is the existential value of a work? There is still a long way to go before the answer is reached. On the road without a promise, I decided to give off my own scent first.

The most pressing problem as a writer is the fact that no unique scent has been cut down. The child, who used to carry a hot pink bag and emit a fresh scent, is no longer expected to come. In no time, there is a stream that sprays fiber deodorizer in dark clothes, saying that at least there should be no stale smell. Like a perfume spilled on the floor, it's ambiguous to use and throw away. I lost my scent. Learned lethargy builds up, jumping on the bandwagon and living quietly. Thus, the scent and color disappeared, and it seems to be stained with achromatic and achromatic colors.

Grunui, the protagonist of the novel Perfume. His sense of smell is unmatched. But he doesn't actually smell like himself. He falls into despair, but soon shows his ability to remember all the smells of the world, handle them freely, and create new scents. I try to be a grouin. You have to find the scent. Roaming around the exhibition hall, collecting the scents of other artists. Absorbing the work and manufacturing it with my scent, I unfold my own world.

There can be no possession of scent. Although the origin is clear, the scent that began to spread once stimulates everyone's sense of smell. Even the same scent can be a change of mood for some people, and can be repulsed for others. I think that's what art is like. A work of art is in contact with the public, regardless of who it is. However, there are various reactions to this. One certainty as a writer is that art affects people's emotional changes anyway and constantly encourages thought. I'm going to be a maker who constantly delivers scent to the world. From the perspective of the viewer, they discover the scent cut down on other artists' works. After that, he returns to the position of the author (creator) and combines the found scent in his own way. My work is part of a series of cycles in which so-manufactured scents are shared with the public again.