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Hwasaan, Kang - Incidental Dominion in Life
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                                                         I was deeply moved by Shakespeare’s sonnets, which led to
                                                         read the works by French poet Paul Vale’ry. It was a long time
                                                         ago, but I remember how I was fascinated by his long poem,
                                                         La Jeune Parque, and painted a series of work without fully
                                                         appreciating its meaning. The first lines go like this:


                                                         Who cries there, if not the simple wind, at this hour Alone, in
                                                         this deep night shining like the end? .. But who is there crying,
                                                         So close to me, at this moment I cry? I also recall Rainer Maria
                                                         Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet. Be patient towards all that is
                                                         unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions them-
                                                         selves.  Live  the  questions  now.  Perhaps  you  will  find  them
                                                         gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into
                                                         the answer.

                                                         Let me share with you one of my favorite Shakespeare son-
                                                         nets, Sonnet 43 All days are night.


                                                         When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
         우연의 지배-생명 Incidental Dominion in life - Life
         캔버스위에 아크릴 나무 53x65cm 2020                       For all the day they view things unrespected;
                                                         But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
                                                         And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
                                                         Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
                                                         How would thy shadow’s form happy show
                                                         To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
                                                         When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
                                                         How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
                                                         By looking on thee in the living day,
                                                         When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
                                                         Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
                                                         All days are nights to see till I see thee,
                                                         And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.


                                                         The idea of transferring Vale’ry’s solitude and longing, Maria
                                                         Rilke’s  life  and  Shakespeare’s  love  on  my  canvas  sometimes
                                                         made me feel as if standing in the wilderness. The wilderness
                                                         is an empty plain. It is a place of suffering, agony, and solitude.
                                                         The Israelites began by listening to the Word of God in the wil-
                                                         derness, and for them the wilderness is not just a place of suf-
                                                         fering, agony, and solitude. The wilderness is a place to meet
                                                         God. It is where God’s compassion and mercy are present. It
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