{"id":915,"date":"2024-05-10T19:00:57","date_gmt":"2024-05-10T19:00:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lacan.com\/symptom\/?page_id=915"},"modified":"2024-05-20T16:37:55","modified_gmt":"2024-05-20T16:37:55","slug":"hong","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.lacan.com\/symptom\/hong\/","title":{"rendered":"Eunnam Hong by Josefina Ayerza"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=&#8221;815&#8243; alignment=&#8221;center&#8221; onclick=&#8221;custom_link&#8221; link=&#8221;https:\/\/www.lacan.com\/lacan1.htm&#8221;][vc_single_image image=&#8221;212&#8243; img_size=&#8221;full&#8221; alignment=&#8221;center&#8221; onclick=&#8221;custom_link&#8221; link=&#8221;https:\/\/www.lacan.com\/symptom\/&#8221;][vc_empty_space height=&#8221;70&#8243;][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=&#8221;1\/6&#8243;][\/vc_column][vc_column width=&#8221;2\/3&#8243;][vc_custom_heading text=&#8221;EUNNAM HONG by JOSEFINA AYERZA&#8221; font_container=&#8221;tag:h2|text_align:center|color:%2311004f&#8221; google_fonts=&#8221;font_family:Forum%3Aregular|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal&#8221;][vc_empty_space height=&#8221;100&#8243;][vc_column_text]<\/p>\n<h4><span style=\"color: #000000;\">There isn\u2019t the Woman.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4><span style=\"color: #000000;\">There are women.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Throughout Eunnam Hong\u2019s paintings, Lacan\u2019s axiom comes up and lingers around for us to talk, think, dream about it.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Woman does not exist. Woman is&#8230;<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Be it that she does not partake of the universal, women will want to enclose the particular in a world that conveys her, them&#8230;<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Hong is a Korean born, New York-based artist. Her show<i> Souvenirs<\/i> opened at Lubov Gallery in June of 2023.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><b> <\/b>Is herself painting herself?<i>,<\/i> moreso is herself the only <i>Souvenir?<\/i><\/span><\/h4>\n<h4><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Woman is Other.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Not<i> <\/i>only an Other to the man, she is Other as such. And on account of her Otherness what is normal is always non-male. . .\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Looking throughout Hong\u2019s paintings,<b> <\/b>you can find only non-male among her <i>Souvenirs<\/i>. It comes to a point when you ask yourself if it is always the very one non-male, more so if it is not the artist herself, painting herself? Is the artist her own model, her only souvenir?<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Now we want to lucubrate on the <i>fantasm<\/i> it brings about, indeed so much a feminine one. Not a woman, but women that look alike, you start wondering if it is always the same one woman&#8230; More so, is she the artist herself? &#8230; Could it be she is the artist painting herself? Wigs lying around range from platinum blonde to azabache<i> <\/i>brunette, beautiful curly wigs that sit on their heads, or lie piled up on chairs. In shape and size, the wigs are all exactly the same. Again, there\u2019s the so many shoes\u2013each one so much the same to each other.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"p1\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Sameness is the game. A seduction game, even love?<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"p1\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Hong\u2019s women do so much walking, so much waiting, so much leaning against the wall, and sitting on chairs. We see them as devoted to the <i>jouissance<\/i> of their own bodies as they realize that even in solitude they are looked at by another. Whom?<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"p1\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The repeated elements dwell in the beautiful that lies in their extreme peculiarity. Their unutterable presence is for sure to call on the signifier. Now you have to think the factor of love is in fact saying something, if not a lot. The factor of love says seduction, if only to say love again and again\u2026<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"p1\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\u2013\u2013What is the logic of this so feminine a <i>fantasm<\/i>?<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"p3\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Miller recounts how Lacan elaborates a dialectic of the sexual&#8230;\u201ca real act changes the subject, pulls it out of its indeterminacy, gives it a new identity\u2026The emphasis over the sexual act quality as such is an act: let it reveal the essence of what it is to be a man, to be a woman. Both to be fully what they are\u2026to everyone\u2019s surprise\u2014I attended the seminar\u2014there was a complete turnaround! Lacan shoots: \u2018There is no sexual act.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"p1\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Lacan\u2019s new equation returns in the realm of the unconscious. Now the feminine and the masculine will never be pinned down in an univocal way. Their definition, indeed blurred by plural, contingent and contradictory identifications stays open to the individual.<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"p1\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\u201cUnlike animals, the partner is never specified, and copulation always involves some failure. The common experience of sexuality\u2014torn, willingly guilty, capricious and sometimes \u2018fluid\u2019 as we would say today\u2014shows nothing equivalent to biological binarism, which is immutable and inert. Thus the abyss that exists between these two.\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<h4 class=\"p1\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Back with Eunnam Hong. In one painting, two women lie face to face, sleeping. She has painted her twin, for the case. They are wearing identical blonde wigs, the same white shirts, the same blue pants&#8230; Let \u201cthe same\u201d convey the seduction. The sexual will dwell in the pretty. That is, in the <i>fantasm<\/i> it brings about.<\/span><\/h4>\n<p>[\/vc_column_text][vc_empty_space height=&#8221;30&#8243;][vc_single_image image=&#8221;919&#8243; img_size=&#8221;full&#8221; alignment=&#8221;center&#8221;][vc_custom_heading text=&#8221;Eunnam Hong, Dresses. 2023&#8243; font_container=&#8221;tag:h6|text_align:left|color:%2311004f&#8221; google_fonts=&#8221;font_family:Forum%3Aregular|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal&#8221;][vc_empty_space height=&#8221;70&#8243;][vc_single_image image=&#8221;927&#8243; img_size=&#8221;full&#8221; alignment=&#8221;center&#8221;][vc_custom_heading text=&#8221;Eunnam Hong, Jean Jacket, 2023&#8243; font_container=&#8221;tag:h6|text_align:left|color:%2311004f&#8221; google_fonts=&#8221;font_family:Forum%3Aregular|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal&#8221;][\/vc_column][vc_column width=&#8221;1\/6&#8243;][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_empty_space height=&#8221;70&#8243;][vc_custom_heading text=&#8221;All photographs courtesy of Lubov Gallery&#8221; font_container=&#8221;tag:h6|text_align:center|color:%23000000&#8243; google_fonts=&#8221;font_family:Forum%3Aregular|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal&#8221;][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][\/vc_column][\/vc_row]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=&#8221;815&#8243; alignment=&#8221;center&#8221; onclick=&#8221;custom_link&#8221; link=&#8221;https:\/\/www.lacan.com\/lacan1.htm&#8221;][vc_single_image image=&#8221;212&#8243; img_size=&#8221;full&#8221; alignment=&#8221;center&#8221; onclick=&#8221;custom_link&#8221; link=&#8221;https:\/\/www.lacan.com\/symptom\/&#8221;][vc_empty_space height=&#8221;70&#8243;][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=&#8221;1\/6&#8243;][\/vc_column][vc_column width=&#8221;2\/3&#8243;][vc_custom_heading text=&#8221;EUNNAM HONG by JOSEFINA AYERZA&#8221; font_container=&#8221;tag:h2|text_align:center|color:%2311004f&#8221; google_fonts=&#8221;font_family:Forum%3Aregular|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal&#8221;][vc_empty_space height=&#8221;100&#8243;][vc_column_text] There isn\u2019t the Woman. 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