Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Day Two

Awakening with a tenseness in my gut and a daze like I hadn't slept that night at all I made my way to Insadong where we'd set off on our first real exercise as a group. Susan (ur guide/lecturer/tutor/collaborator) split us up into groups and we went out to take field recordings and sketches in the bustling tourist hub of Insadong. Jaboc, Will and myself wondered around exploring a staircase where hundreds if not thousands had previously come and sketched their own little part of the wall. We joined in this tradition and added our own ones too.

The streets were a web of alleyways which were easy to get lost in. Old men and women took shelter in the shade as the burning sun filled the air. Many were smoking, like what seems nearly all Koreans do. $3 a pack is too good to pass off I guess. A group of men, drinking rice wine the clock at noon stared and chatted to themselves as three tall white men walked past them sweaty and red faced. Older people tend to be relaxing, or working. Working way too hard for someone of that age. But it is probably all they have ever done. For the good of the nation. For the sake of living.


Our ears tuned in to a strange song being blasted from speakers at gramaphonic quality. Will managed to get a Zoom quality recording, I only had my phone at the time but here it is anyway:




I have no idea what it was for, or what it was about but it was interesting.

After our time exploring we met up with media artist Junebum Park in a slightly too noisy cafe filled with people escaping the summer heat. We talked about his artworks and in particular I asked him the following questions (paraphrased):
"Do you make artworks with a particular message, or do you allow the audience to decide the meaning themselves"
"If someone interprets it completely the opposite of what you meant, do you see that as a failure of yourself or of the audience"
"When you lack inspiration should you walk away from a work, or instead try to push through it"

The first two tie in and are related. He said how once the artwork leaves his hand its entirely up to them to do with it what they want. He definitely makes the work to express his own voice and experiences, but accepts and respects that other people will look at it in other ways. He wasn't concerned too much if they see it wrongly. As for inspiration he said how you should kind of step back, but keep the problem in your head as you will eventually able to make it through. The last question was probably the most important to me because I find myself in similar situations mainly when it comes to composing music for a project. Peaks of inspiration happen when i'm the most busy (and unable to record) whilst when it comes time to sit down and get it done, i've got nothing.

---No more exploration of the project below---

Afterwards I hung out with Jacob, Anthony, Xuan and Will and we went to a dog cafe in Hapjeong (near where I am staying). Mainly fun touristy good times.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Day One

We went to the final day of the tournament. This time in Jamsil Sports Complex (the old site for the olympic games). Not sure what to say about this day. Nothing too meaningful happened. Unfortunately due to my relatively weak stomach (thank you grandma) I wasn't having the best time health wise. I missed our first official engagement this night, a dinner at insadong. The taxi driver was a relatively nice man, but god did he know how to accelerate hard and brake even harder. After trying not to throw up inside the cab, I made it back to the hostel around 7pm, pale, sweaty and heading for the bathroom.







Intro / Predays

So I'm in South Korea for a special COFA project: http://sites.cofa.unsw.edu.au/~z9270905/enr13/CsOutline_DIISTRE_Korea_S2_2013_ShortSummary.pdf

Here I will be blogging and exploring my journey through finding what kind of documentary and themes I want to represent. We arrived in Seoul on the 13th June in a realtively tired haze. Not much happened that day. Though at dinner some nice ajumma's (middle aged lady) kept swarming around us (probably due to our foreign appearance) correcting us on how to eat.

Preday 1:
The preday will be anything that happened before 9th June, when the trip technically starts. The first day we travelled to Yongsan to explore korean gaming culture. Being an avid Starcraft player it was interesting to watch the best in action. Whilst currently League Of Legends is the most popular game, Starcraft has a strong history and airs on TV frequently as well as attracting large crowds. We were in attendance of the WCS (World Championship Series Finals. It was interesting to see the passion in the commentators. Many outside the scene consider games just a past time, but for them it was their job and livelihood.

On the train trip there a man around our age, korean apperace, talked to us and asked me if I could read korean. He ended up speaking relatively good english and had an American accent. He was an economics student from New York who went to the United States as a sophomore. It was interesting to see someone talking to us. Having been to Korea the year before no one really seems to speak to you and they don't seem to go out of their way to talk to you (though most of this is due to the fact that no one really speaks much english). We said goodbye and headed off.

For Dinner we met up with Anthony (a fellow student doing this project) and had barbeque. There was a group behind us celebrating a birthday (from what we could gather; the sound of korean words in the melody of 'happy birthday' was a clue) and many bottles of the famous soju drink filled their tables.


Preday 2:
Time to explore. Following reccomendations of http://english.visitkorea.or.kr/enu/SI/SI_EN_3_6.jsp?cid=1388278 we set out towards Haneul Park to do one of the bike tracks. Cars whizzed by as we slowly walked through the sweaty hot weather. A robotic bowing lady gave us a double-take outside one of the stores. In what seemed to be a maze of conflicting signs we eventually made it there. In my broken korean I asked the bike rental man how much to which he said a lot of words I couldn't understand and "2 hours". I expected to pay but we gave him our ID's and rode off. We were pretty tired from walkng there but soon it was forgotten as we set loose and darted around the park and riverside. As we took a break a man and his wife shouted enthusiastically from a distance away "hello". I answered annyeonghasaeyo. I told them in my broken korean once again I was feeling hot and they laughed. They seemed to have a bottle of rice wine with them. It was around midday, but they were hapy, and so were we. 



A shop lined the side of the cycling track where cyclists gathered to have a look at all the appropriate apparel from lycra to helmets. Having the look seems to be a big deal. In Sydney those who wear the full gear are generally the elite cyclists or those who are pretty confident. Here it seems the average person going for a dedicated cycling trip gets into their gear. Not being able to speak good korean is getting annoying.