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Gowoon Lee The shining way I communicate with the world of mine I fly in the foggy air of the endless reverie. I bounce here and there on a lotus pond like a pond skater. I meander a secret mazy garden to chance upon my beloved. I shape strokes with a twig on the red earth like a primitive girl. I sail the nameless ocean in between emotional and spiritual islands. This realm is hard to count like innumerable wrinkles of an elephant’s Trunk. Wordless, intangible and elusive. I don’t pin down any particular meaning. It might be about I drop some pieces of puzzle and compose a mysterious poem. Once my work is mingled with my memory intimately, it can evoke everything In my petite planet. When I gaze at something related to my reminiscence, every layer of past, present and even future becomes conentrated and approaches me. In the midst of experiencing the infinity of time, I almost feel as if I am confronting The whole universe. Finally I look back at the origin of beingness and ask the inside of myself “Who am I?”
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