Light and Color, Delicacy of Sacred Silence
There were two pictures on the both white walls at terrace as though they stood aside from a shower of sunlight. It was a dance in Buddhist, as if a monk’s robe cut the air like an anguish burnt by a moonbeam, of a modern dancer Kanamori Joe who performed the feeling of Japanese traditional puppet show, Bunraku.
The piano melody of Claude Achille Debussy(1862-1918)’s arabesque No.1 with calm and tender arpeggios was played romantically in the air. Mother seemed to be sentimentalized by a dreamlike motif and was taking a midday nap with a big smile as if she was gifted a rose water.
The garden was full of flower scent. The colorful Harmonik of Debussy and the leaves of the book that was about him who passed out at the end of the First World War fluttered on the table like an Impressionism art that put emphasis on ever-changing moments and lights.
Whenever girl’s violet scarf and long black hair flew in the wind in the same direction, they were about to touch a lily of the valley that shyly came into bloom. At that time, red cineraria in a long stone flowerpot confessed its love with all of its heart. A drowsy dachshund looked around instinctively whenever it sensed something.
A pure crimson ruby ring shined rhythmically on her finger. Music went on ruminatively and the clear sky at noon left a perfect space. The forest of the garden was filled with various fascinating colors and formed an ensemble. She, an awakening little soul, was eventually giving a message of wisdom in a law voice; a flap of birds’ wings over the lake with raised spray and the grace of arcane relations and true implication.
△출처=이코노믹리뷰 2013년 4월 12일 기사