One day, when I suddenly became an old person, I wanted to show my grandchildren the image of a wonderful grandmother. When I opened my eyes in the morning, I could see the mountains and fields, and the sky that was with me all day suddenly entered my heart and became a warm comfort and rest.I want to capture on canvas with my own hands the newness of a small rock in a deep mountain valley or an apple tree growing on a hill in a local orchard.
When I sit down in front of the canvas with an excited heart, holding a brush, I focus solely on the movement of the brush without any worries. It was a series of mystical experiences of seeing myself inside myself while concentrating.
The time I spent holding a brush has become a blessing in my old age, and I want to remember that moment that sparkles and enters my mind with an honest sensibility without any technique through a painting.