Miseon’s, Inok’s, Sangjae’s, Jaewook’s — names that sound oddly familiar. As they come to mind, their homes and neighborhoods begin to resurface in memory. Even as we move through apartment blocks and crowded cities, the simple act of saying aloud, “Boksun’s house,” conjures a scene: flowers in full bloom in spring, laughter gently spilling over a low wall.
With nothing more than a title and a canvas, Yongil Kim places us in a time machine. The name may belong to someone we have never known, the house to a place we have never lived, even the era to a time we have never experienced — and yet we recognize the scene. Within a shared nostalgia where our own memories overlap with inherited stories and lingering images, the artist transports us instantly into that time and space.
For some, Kim’s houses evoke nostalgia; for others, they awaken anemoia — a longing for a time never lived. The houses, trees, walls, and courtyards in his paintings do not point to a specific location so much as they recall a particular state of mind. Multicolored quilts hanging from a clothesline, neatly arranged shoes on stone steps, red peppers drying in warm sunlight — these details emerge not as documentation, but as emotional triggers.
The traces left by charcoal and the layered fields of color move closer to the way memory surfaces than to clear representation. The surface, built through painting and scraping, carries time within it. That accumulated time extends beyond the artist’s private recollection and meets the viewer’s own. The completed work does not assert memory; it gently taps at it, leaving a small gate open for viewers to overlay their own experiences. It is not a landscape that restores the past, but one that quietly reactivates longing within the present.
Yongil Kim’s solo exhibition, Landscapes of Longing, presented at Gallery Belle Vie, speaks of that fragment of memory we all possess — each entirely our own. In the spring of 2026, perhaps it is worth stepping into the exhibition space and taking a brief journey back to one of those spring days from long ago.