The saturation of paradox is perhaps the wonder of contemporary society. The world has never been so strikingly contradicting. We are more globally connected, shared, and opened than ever. More spaces are locked, controlled, and surveilled than ever. We are able to communicate with the entire world within a closed room. Cities have never been so crowded. Surfacing images now redefine urban spaces as we know it. We walk in streets of unreality. More and more, we run into faceless strangers we will never see again. We have never felt so isolated. Our true emotions are less relevant. We regain a sense of the real in our dreams. Nothing is absolute. Everything is blurry. It is now difficult to grasp what’s real from what’s visible. Women are men. Men are women. The unreal has never been so real. The real has never been so unreal.
Cocoon is a house in which everything we know of a house ceases to exist. A house divides a space into smaller finite spaces of different events. Cocoon is in itself a space of infinite events. A house is situated somewhere and provides us with the sense of stability that tells us where we belong. Cocoon is nowhere and everywhere. It exudes the sense of identity. It is our body. A house is physical in that it has clear material distinctions among windows, walls, ceilings, and doors. Cocoon is both material and ethereal like light in that it has ambiguous boundaries. A house is fenced and gated in human efforts to ensure security and to protect privacy. Cocoon is a form of human desire to relate and to connect.
with Dong-wook Hwang