Memories are to forget, not to remember, just like traces of a painting.
Synaesthesia. A new word I learned. It fascinates me so much, I even dreamt about it. I don’t know what it feels like, feeling colors for example, instead of seeing. It’s remained for my fantasy…
“so awkward! Through a brise somewhere flied a seed and landed to me and I wished to plant the seed in the field of my heart, destiny.”
참 이상하지요! 바람에 실려온 홀씨 하나가 마음 밭에 떨어져 나는 그 씨앗을 품고 싶었습니다, 인연.강수정 (Instagram @la_voyant)
“There’s only life, nobody lives a life.” –Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
I came across this sentence one day and was very fascinated. Actually there’s no exact translation for this Korean word, In-Yeon. It could be a destiny or a tie between relationship. I was inspired by the sentence and drew this. I call it though ‘faith’, the willingness to try. This interpretation is not from me, Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj said already. I saw, in destiny there’s a beautiful willingness of one’s being. Like a seed lying in the darkness.
Colours are only the reflection through light reached to our eyes. And the light has the sun as source. Don’t let the sun, the ever truth, be deluded by colours.