This place has something that stayed in my heart forever. I came here almost a year ago with a dear friend of mine. Wind blew cold, but my mind and heart were afire. At that time I constantly thought on how envious I was of the leaves, which rested calmly even in the wildest of the streams. Because they embrace the path, fearless, and with kindness. However, I felt fearful; somehow until that day, as art presented to me as one of the most delicate proves of human connection and a sense of shelter (as being understood one’s fear).
As we left the room full of vivid paintings by Byung- Jong Kim, we reached the second floor exhibiting a collection called “외롭고 쓸쓸하고 그립고 생각나고” (Lonely, lonely, missing and thinking), by 기획전. The extrapolation of human self reflection, the mundane of the common path, the constant decadence of human intolerance, just hit me. It seemed to me that there was something that bounded this perspective with my state of body and mind at that time. And it relieved me, gave me hope.
Few days ago, while the fresh wind blew, I went back there, this time on my own and more as a leave than “Geovanna”. And I wasn’t wrong, as once more I came out reconnected, admired of the wonders of the earth and the tenderness of human. And just when I was walking towards the exit of the museum, I catch this two pics. I think they extrapolate better what I felt by themselves, than how I might do in words.
Again, hope. Hope of one day, fully turning into a leave.
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