Where Life Meets Art

나를 마주하는 시간 A Moment to Face Myself 오늘, 세상이 아닌 나를 바라보는 시간. Today, a time to look within rather than at the world. 새벽녘 소나기는 감정을 다 쏟아낸 듯 흔적만 남기고 떠났다. 젖은 땅과 수분을 머금은 나무와 풀잎들이 그 여운을 전한다. 상쾌한 공기와 푸른 하늘을 바라보며 나갈 준비를 했다. 세수를 하고, 선크림을 듬뿍 바른 뒤 모자와 선글라스를 챙겼다. At dawn, the sudden rain poured out its emotions and left behind only traces. The damp earth, the trees, and the grass carried its quiet memory. Breathing in the fresh air beneath the blue sky, I got ready to step outside — washed my face, applied sunscreen generously, and grabbed my hat and sunglasses. 동네 작은 호숫가를 걸었다. 하늘을 올려다보고, 바람을 느끼고, 햇빛을 마주했다. 풀과 나무들, 그리고 삶이 얼마 남지 않은 꽃들에게 눈인사를 건네며 깊게 숨을 들이마신다. Inhale, exhale... I am enough. 어제는 이미 지나갔고, 내일은 아직 오지 않았다. 그래서 오늘, 세상 밖이 아닌 내 안을 바라본다. “It’s ok to not be ok. 괜찮아, 괜찮아.” I walked along the small lake near my home. Looked up at the sky, felt the breeze, and welcomed the sunlight. Greeting the grass, the trees, even the fading flowers, I took a...

Summer has slipped away quietly. The cicadas that once filled the air are gone, and cool mornings now have me reaching for socks and a sweater. Another season has turned. It’s been three years since I last opened this blog. Life has been busy, but today I wanted to pause, write, and clear my head. Recently, I’ve been decluttering—bags of donations, bins filled to the top. And still, I own too much. I often wonder: if I had invested instead of buying so many things, would life look different now? I once watched a family sort through the belongings of someone who had passed away. So much was left behind. That memory reminds me to put my own house in order while I can. Perhaps this season of life is also about letting go—of things, of fears, of the weight I no longer need. At 22, I set out with just two suitcases and some cash, trusting only my courage. Maybe it’s time to find that faith again. The seasons keep changing, and so will I. 여름의 끝자락, 목놓아 울던 매미는 간밤의 찬 기운에 생을 마감하고 차가운 바닥에 내동댕이쳐졌다...