OMIJA
Omija is a collective based in Busan and Gyeongnam. In order to continuity between living and art, they study sustainable living, cultivate gardens together, and experiment with diverse working methods. Their instruction seeks to make us feel, through play, that we are all connected and moving together on this planet through natural cycles.
About the instruction and the artist
Omija is a collective based in Busan and Gyeongnam. In order to continuity between living and art, they study sustainable living, cultivate gardens together, and experiment with diverse working methods. Their instruction seeks to make us feel, through play, that we are all connected and moving together on this planet through natural cycles. By shaping balls from seeds and plant residues and rolling large seed balls, humans find joy while simultaneously providing the energy for plants to disperse their seeds—making visible a relationship of coexistence.
Interesting fact
Seeds find countless ways to travel: hitching a ride on a cat’s fur, flying through the sky inside a bird’s stomach, floating on the wind, or drifting along a river. Sometimes, like humans, they even journey overseas by ship or airplane. In this way, seeds move with the help of various creatures and environmental forces, not only ensuring the survival of individual plants but also participating—directly and indirectly—in maintaining the structure and functioning of entire ecosystems.
Call to action
It is important to understand the significance of seeds and to respect their cycles. Since these cycles are the foundation of natural ecosystems, keeping them healthy is essential for sustaining life. Even the tiniest seed, once sprouted, deserves to live out its full cycle—blooming an unnamed flower, setting seeds, withering, and becoming compost. When you notice an unfamiliar sprout pushing through the soil, take an interest and watch it grow. Give it a new home in another pot, water it, and from time to time provide nutrients with care. As it flourishes, you may discover where the plant came from—perhaps from a mountain behind your village, a neighbor’s garden, or even from a watermelon seed your father once spit out.