Painting has long been in a state of corrosion. Like all things with a long history and towering achievements, it has been worn down—by natural ageing from within and relentless challenges from without. Now it seems to face an inevitable fate. Perhaps all that remains is an empty husk, ready to scatter like desert sand at the slightest gesture. Some have already described painting as a ghostly presence, while others, in defiance, continue to regard it as among the most resilient and radiant of forms.
In By the Skin of Painting’s Teeth, Haemin JEONG offers an uneasy portrait of painting today—its corrosion barely held at bay, yet stubbornly enduring. These canvases, primed not with gesso but with digitally printed imagery, are modest in scale, scarcely larger than a handspan. Their surfaces bear rough traces of paint, stickers, and strips of tape. The subjects appear flimsy and torn, murmuring, blurred—yet at the same time as starkly defined as a heavy blob of paint splattered onto the floor with a dull thud. Clear or blurred—JEONG’s images do not so much traverse these two poles as linger at their threshold. The same is true of the two works titled The Skin of Painting’s Teeth, where interior and exterior seem to invert, and flat consciousness mingles with sculptural unconsciousness. At the edges of this protracted, slipping sensation, JEONG’s paintings do not vanish; instead, they assume the face of the present—though one turned away, looking back.
The phrase “By the Skin of Painting’s Teeth” is itself the creation of an AI. This awkward, incomplete expression becomes a fissure—a crack through which to glimpse painting’s fractured language today. What emerges is not a finished image or cohesive narrative, but fragments: splinters of encounters, scattered signals left behind. Within these fractured scenes, JEONG traces the faint trajectory of a sensibility that endures through painting.