A child’s language is irregular rather than orderly, at times stitching together fragments of the world as though they were pieces of a game, unbound by narrative. This language lies closer than speech, slower than concepts, and is conveyed through the slightest sensations, much like a glance or a gesture. The lines and colours in the drawings presented in The Child’s Language seem to arise not from a stream of consciousness but from the body’s own sensibility—and perhaps this is why. Lines that glide across the paper, a manner that refuses to erase even chance or hesitation. As the artist notes, seeing “crumpled paper as a flower, and torn paper as ripples” signals a shift in perception—one that receives materiality and gesture as a form of dialogue.
Minsu KIM’s drawings, then, pose a question about language—yet it appears to be a language not of grammar or semantics. It is, rather, the act of learning to sense the world before attempting to speak it, as a child does. And the act of allowing that sensation to remain in its pre-verbal state. The works in this exhibition record precisely that place—where the beginning and dissolution of language coexist—in the medium-bound gesture of drawing. The artist does not shy away before the surface; instead, she accepts hesitation itself as a fine, compact stratum of time within the drawing. These lines do not advance towards a purpose but linger lightly and incompletely.
The Child’s Language blurs the boundaries between adult and child, word and image, line and narrative, ultimately exploring how our attitude towards the world might begin anew. Here, drawing is not merely a picture but something closer to a field of sensation—an entity ready to shift in speed or direction, ready at any moment to change. Minsu KIM’s drawings reveal this potential for change in a quiet yet lucid manner. The child sometimes wishes that I, too, become a child, even setting tasks for me, yet the place where we meet is something like this: as with a child’s language, it reaches us without explanation, arriving before speech and touching the heart first.