Thank you. Spring.
When little spring rain came down, cherry blossoms fell together. The day when dry land turns into a flower garden thanks to that, On this day, I need to put down my brush and go out to greet flowers. The gracious rain, left yellow marks on dandelions which have not been noticed so far. Dewy pale pink pollen which settled on the yellow petals, offers the consolation that flowers stay beautiful even if falling off. Flowers are still flowers even when they fall off.
Works gently pushed into the middle of spring are the lives that emerged from hard canvas. I hope they will bloom brightly and flutter away to become a precious family to someone. As ordinary flowers and ordinary birds became special flowers and special birds, and stayed long around my eyes, I let them go to make a new family now and become a being giving richness to someone else. Because I know a family remains as family even if being parted from each other.
When will it come…?
I have long waited in my winter atelier, looking for spring. In this season when flowers come out splendidly everywhere, I go to picnic with ones who have waited for beautiful days. A spring picnic that a poor mother aimlessly goes out for with her children. Eagles, tulips, and sunflowers, Oh that they could settle down on someone's heart as a bird and as a flower…….
Thank you, Spring.
Thank you, the names of bird, flower, and family.
April 2017 Lee Young-ae