The Melody of Angels Ⅱ – Ver.2 The Melody of Angels Ⅱ – Ver.2 under UV light

Art Work Details

The Melody of Angels Ⅱ – Ver.2

Technique

Oil on canvas with UV-reactive pigments

Dimensions

75 x 76cm

THEME

Light, Time and Memory

Year

2024

Description

The Melody of Angels II – Version 2 is the second of four variations developed from The Melody of Angels II, exploring how changes in color, texture, and the temperature of light transform emotional perception while maintaining the same conceptual foundation. Rather than repeating the original composition, I approached each version as a separate investigation into the expressive qualities of light. By altering the balance of warm and cool colors, the density of texture, and the movement of luminous forms, each painting creates a distinct psychological atmosphere, demonstrating that light itself possesses multiple emotional voices. Created with oil paint and UV-reactive pigments, the work unfolds through two interconnected visual layers. Under ordinary illumination, vibrant reds, blues, and luminous whites interact to create a dynamic tension between warmth and coolness. Under ultraviolet light, another hidden image gradually emerges, revealing an invisible dimension that coexists with the visible one. These two realities expand the painting beyond a single visual experience while emphasizing the transformative nature of light. As part of a four-part variation, The Melody of Angels II – Version 2 represents an important stage in my continuing investigation into light as an artistic language. Through subtle shifts in color temperature, texture, and luminous energy, the series explores how identical concepts can generate entirely different emotional experiences, revealing the complex relationship between light, perception, and emotion.

Artist Note

[The Melody of Angels Ⅱ – Ver.2] The lonely planet orbiting three suns is covered by the sea. Even the ‘Melody of Angels,’ which symbolized hope and comforted my weary heart, yields its place to another sun when evening falls. In that moment, a reddish light now blankets the blue depths of the sea. The ocean will once again surge, and I must prepare to embrace the abyssal darkness in this place without night. It is daunting. The pressure of the abyss, having lost its light, feels like it will tear my body apart. The pain never becomes familiar. Now, the red sun of fading light gently casts my suffering into the realms of ‘forgetfulness.’ Pain is reborn through the hope called forgetting.