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Monday, 30 December 2013

Food meets Art at Wow

Won Kang, Bon appétit  2013 

Christmas Day has passed and
another fresh new year will soon be with us.
Presents are given again and again. :-)

Wow is
where food meets art and 
gives comfortable delight. 
one by one, I am going to put in 
bright and clear foods that put a smile on my face. 

Preparing, making and eating food is 
great art that makes us happy and grateful
directly through our body. 
It enables us to experience the wisdom of nature
that is endless giving.

I am full and the floor is warm:

heated traditional Korean floor for winter called Ondol. 
It is not easy to get away from it once you lie on it. :-) Trust me. 
On top of that, it is Sunday afternoon just perfect for a nap.
Hmm ... ...  z-z-z ... 

Happy Giving New Year to all of us! 

Monday, 23 December 2013


E. H. Shepard, "A HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL"   21 December 1946 

Twinkle, twinkle
In the sky, stars twinkle, twinkle.
On the ground, people's smiling faces twinkle, twinkle.
My mind also twinkles, twinkles.

As if the dancing angel at Christmas of E. H. Shepard is sprinkling,  
it is full of bright light all around.

All together
chatting about this and that,
decorating a tree one by one,
preparing presents thinking about one another,
share and express heart at Christmas.

It is the day 
that many beautiful seeds in us are brought up and taken care of.

Depending on what we believe, what we want,
the way we live becomes different.

I believe
If one has an ability to hate, one can also love.
If one has an ability to take, one can also give.
If one has an ability to do harm, one can also do good.
If one has an ability to be fearful, one can also be brave.

We just need to change the mind that is 'I'.

To thoughtfulness
To gentleness
To sharing
To wisdom
Just change it and grow it.

Just now, the sound of birds singing.
Oh, Yes! Cheers for us.
Shoulders back, chest out and 
raising up both arms high,
breathing deeply in and out, 
I stretch and laugh.

Ha ha ha
Hee hee hee
Hae hae hae
Ho ho ho

Happy Christmas~ 

Tea Canister, UK  1780-1800

Monday, 16 December 2013

Not busy

It is snowing.
Snow is flying around in the air
gently touching a window as if saying 'Hello'.

Ah, it is like I could touch it
if I reach out my hand for it.
One snowflake, here ...
two snowflakes, there ...
Slowly ... quietly and softly ...
It is falling and falling.

Sky is not busy.
Trees are not busy.
Wind is not busy.
Snow is not busy.
My mind is not busy.

Today as today,
tomorrow as tomorrow,
let every mind be good.

Even a snowflake slowly falling blankets
if it is falling and falling.
With no feeling of uneasiness
about doing as much as I do,
with no feeling of lack in doing as much I do,
I do it again and again.  

There is no 'being late'. In this world.
The beginning is not half.
The beginning is the whole.
The beginning is directly a result.
So, all we need to do is doing.  

The biggest factor that determines life
is neither luck nor ability.

It is to act out. 
To give a constant try. 
To do it now.
Even if it is not what is immediately achieved. 

To start it first. Right now.
If it is what we will do some day.

Snow keeps falling.
It gradually gets brighter around by its white light.
Cleared sky in blue.
Louder laughter of children
taking a sleigh ride with snowballs in their both hands.

I am now going out as well.    

Monday, 9 December 2013

Comfortable mind

Won Kang, Merci  2013

An armful of apples.
Adoring pretty red-ripe apples,
I place one of them on top of a desk.
Air and sunlight, soil and water turn into an apple
that gives great delight and happiness.

another one apple.

In the forest fully saturated with autumn,
one golden apple
that seated on colourful fallen leaves piled up.
Its appearance catches my eye 
because it is so similar to the red apple I put in.
It looks as if it has been fallen from a tree ...
but .. much too big apple, much too small tree.
A view of nature but a refined and delicate golden colour
that makes me Alice in Wonderland. 
Like being in a mysterious and beautiful fairyland ...
It seems so ordinary but not so ordinary. 
Its surrealistic sense of being playful brings smile. 

The creation of bronze and metal becoming one with nature. 
Life and art become one. 
Living and non-living become one. 
With no distinction between being alive and not alive,
only comfortable mind is
here and now. 

Monday, 2 December 2013

Just as it is

A rainbow appearing through the reflection of light after the rain.
Square papers of many different colours.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.. rainbow xylophone and,
a story of a boy that comes to mind when I think of colour.

There was a boy who was ill. He was about five or six.
He liked to read books about birds his parents gave. Specially, going outside and discovering birds on his own was one of his favourite things to do a day. 
"I just went out and I was fascinated by colours,"
says the boy who became a healthy grown-up now.

When the boy was forty six, he painted one colour on one canvas.
And one other colour on other canvas,
and then another one colour on another canvas.
Like this, he painted a different single colour one by one
on each of thirteen canvases.
He chose bright and vibrant colours and
applied them, smoothly with no brush stroke,
to the top, bottom, left, right sides of the canvases as well as the front.
Thirteen rectangular shape canvases,
the size of a person with each different colour,
were hung side by side on one wall.

The boy's colours born like this.
One colour is one existence.
The existence
that looks honestly and confidently at those looking at itself.
Not a tool for something else,
not a component for someone else.
Existing as colour itself, as the way it is.
One living creature.

The name of the boy
who made the gathering of thirteen colours called 'Spectrum V' is
Ellsworth Kelly.
Already, an internationally recognised artist in his thirties.
American artist who have contributed a great deal to the history of abstract art.
At present, working actively even at the age of ninety, he says,

"I love colour in life.
Here you have green and red doors. 
I think that I want my paintings to have good spirit."

A week ago.
Yellow leaves softly turning red.
Stones with bright grey light by the warm afternoon sunshine of autumn.
Now, they have another different look.

Stopping and departure sound of a green bus that is heard occasionally.
The colours and shapes of daily life and nature moving
like this and like that, little by little everyday. 

There is no

high and low, good and bad, right and wrong, doing well and doing bad

Ellsworth Kelly, Spectrum V  1969