final project
Ellie Koo
Crash Course in Fibers (FALL 25)
Origins
(background: water from wolmido island, stock image)
We did these shiburi dyeing techniques with indigo at the very beginning of the semester.
Last spring, I was working on a project in a documentary class about my father. I was born in Incheon, but grew up in South Florida. My dad has always had a fixation on the ocean and I spent a lot of time looking at it with him, waiting for him to catch fish or return from the car with forgotten snorkel equipment.
I remember visiting my partner in Chicago, my first time consciously creating memories there (I had been for a layover with my family when I was 11). I stared at the water with them and I couldn’t believe how large it was. I had never seen a lake so big and vast as if it were a sea, waves and all. I tried to imagine land on the other side.
I wondered if my dad was imagining Korea on the other side of all these waves we’ve witnessed together. I wondered if I had too.
Are.na board to my family’s archives of ocean photos.
All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was. Writers are like that: remembering where we were, that valley we ran through, what the banks were like, the light that was there and the route back to our original place. It is emotional memory—what the nerves and the skin remember as well as how it appeared. And a rush of imagination is our “flooding.” - Toni Morrison
The indigo remembers how it was folded.
In Experimental Media Workshop, a 16mm class I am taking this semester, we had a found footage project. Rod (the professor) ordered a random box of film. A lot of it was old, and to no surprise, racist. Lots of soldiers, old british men, the queen. A racist cartoon of an asian man, angry at the white protagonist for abandoning him at a scary motel.
We watched this one news reel.
There was a hurricane in Florida, like the ones I’ve seen. Big waves. Dusty palm trees. Terrifying, but beautiful.
Somewhere far away, Korea. Words “Liberation” followed by images of korean people searched, hands up, ordered into lines. People in crowds, upheavel, “political unrest”. Why in claims of freedom is there violence?
I did some more research on what this could have been in history. Relevant links can be found here.