Kim Tae-Ho (b.1948)
When I cut through the surface of the layers of twenty or more colors with a palette knife, the colors hidden underneath come alive, and they carry both the internal rhythm and the external composition. It is almost like the window frame of a traditional Korean house, a stone wall one finds in the countryside, or a densely woven fabric. In the course of piling and scraping of color layers, countless squares are built. Like a beehive, each square is a microcosm bursting with its own energy, namely, life.
- Kim Tae-Ho -