After the seduction by colour, first things to see in Kim Joon's Party pictures at TOUCHART gallery are bodies: scores in a vibrant acchanal. Then bits of bodies:Vishnu arms sproutig from backs; legs plus an arse for an erect penis. Jungles of embryonic limbs poking from torsos stood and supine. Then tattoos, serpentine and elegant, licking at the surface of each body, adjoining patterns echoing Prada, Levi's and Dior. All this before noticing, each body has skin, pocked like a Google-Earth desert.
Party is a pulsating range of colourful stories, with their condensed componentry skilfully composed at the picture plane. To talk therefore of skin, tattoo, or pattern disjointedly as independent is to overlook Party's central power to conflate and intensify. Talk that would miss the whole, unabbreviated tragedy: The maelstrom of pictures where Party works to compress and reinvigorate those nearby will ultimately prove its relevance, by consuming it.
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