Interview with Artist K-garoo (Mr. Wayne in Seoul)


‘Mr. Wayne in Seoul’ begins with the quiet absurdity of Albert Camus’ L’Étranger: a man detached from both origin and belonging.

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1. What motivated you to make this film? My American Friend Eric, lived in Seoul for 10 years as ‘Mr. Wayne’.
A stranger in the crowd, a ghost in the neon lights. I wanted to capture the feeling of belonging nowhere
—not in the East, not in the West. Just floating in the city of Seoul.

2. From the idea to the finished product, how long did it take for you to make this film?
It took a lifetime to feel it, but about 1.5 months to manifest it into this visual format.

3. How would you describe your film in two words!?
Neon Estrangement

4. What was the biggest obstacle you faced in completing this film?
Translating the silence of isolation into sound.

5. What is your favorite stage of the filmmaking process?
Post-Production. That’s when the scattered fragments of memory finally become a tangible reality. Like assembling a broken mirror.

6. When did you realize that you wanted to make films?
When I realized that words alone were not enough to carry the weight of the “NOSTALGIA” I felt as an Expat.

7. What film have you seen the most times in your life?
 Blade Runner. It feels like a documentary of my hollow soul.

8. In a perfect world: Who would you like to work with/collaborate with on a film?
Anyone who understands that silence is also a language.

9. You submitted to the festival via FilmFreeway. How has your experience been working on the festival platform site?
It has been a seamless bridge connecting my small studio to the world.

10. What is your favorite meal?
Chicken breast and a protein shake. It is my survival fuel.
Please be aware that K-garoo is a Magenta colored skin Gymrat Kangaroo. 

11. What is next for you? A new film?
A project called ‘Selfigenic’. It explores the paradox of the “Selfie” generation
—we are in every frame, smiling perfectly, but remaining in no one’s memory.
Flash, smile, upload, and the emptiness that follows.

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