2008 Life is beautiful : Season, Time
Compose poems, do some paintings and put those on record. Being like a dream way, life is beautiful. Fine artist Hong, Ji Yoon
Life is beautiful : Season, Time
Fine weather
As the weather is fine,
I feel good,
When feeling good,
Drawing clouds
Drawing birds
Drawing, I, fishes, etc.
An Autumn comes, by little and little
Exactly as that much as the song repeated again and again, till not tired
Exactly as that much as none of boredom while waiting you as the moon goes left to right
Exactly as that much as the face divided aptly when hairs touched carelessly in wind
Let there be love
Love you rather than me, love me rather than you
2005 No-Titles
Brightening the early morning
Memoir of you
Disappeared with the night spirit
Rather than you,
Dawn alike to thick forests
Consoled quietly the efforts exhausted with
Yearning through long, long night
Dream of one summer night
In the middle of night, when drawing the vase and flowerpot
Ladybug comes from somewhere and crawls onto the flower painting.
Seem to be so busy
Because of glad, joyous or strange for flower paintings
Her crawling is so fast
Chasing after her in busy, strange and delightful mood
I drew her beside the flower, hastily
And I, also be the ladybug, move likewise on the drawing.
Early summer’s scene of a painter
Wet with a white skin by fresh air of early summer’s night
White full paper needed to be brushed of the colors
Joyous melodies with numerous musical notes written by a dead composer
Fine tinted tropical fishes are inside of a fishbowl
Night’s thought
Take all these things away
With my soft-pink soul
With my blueish figure
Also, with my dazzled early days
Take all these things away, altogether.
Yearning more
After the sweet sleep of early evening
Whenever writing and drawing in well-worked early morning
With birds' twittering or the moment skies' converting in color from afar
I wish it could last more a little
It’s like times filling up the void bottle with sunshine
After empting a bottle of quince jelly tea
It’s like the moment from farewell with him
Way of life
The Sunshine are shining on my front still far
Someday vestiges of oblivion falling onto my front
Just looking at pieces dancing on the feather of the times
Winter Songs
On long long night of the winter solstice
On New Years' Eve
On New Year's day
one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather
Life is beautiful : Season, Time
Fine weather
As the weather is fine,
I feel good,
When feeling good,
Drawing clouds
Drawing birds
Drawing, I, fishes, etc.
An Autumn comes, by little and little
Exactly as that much as the song repeated again and again, till not tired
Exactly as that much as none of boredom while waiting you as the moon goes left to right
Exactly as that much as the face divided aptly when hairs touched carelessly in wind
Let there be love
Love you rather than me, love me rather than you
2005 No-Titles
Brightening the early morning
Memoir of you
Disappeared with the night spirit
Rather than you,
Dawn alike to thick forests
Consoled quietly the efforts exhausted with
Yearning through long, long night
Dream of one summer night
In the middle of night, when drawing the vase and flowerpot
Ladybug comes from somewhere and crawls onto the flower painting.
Seem to be so busy
Because of glad, joyous or strange for flower paintings
Her crawling is so fast
Chasing after her in busy, strange and delightful mood
I drew her beside the flower, hastily
And I, also be the ladybug, move likewise on the drawing.
Early summer’s scene of a painter
Wet with a white skin by fresh air of early summer’s night
White full paper needed to be brushed of the colors
Joyous melodies with numerous musical notes written by a dead composer
Fine tinted tropical fishes are inside of a fishbowl
Night’s thought
Take all these things away
With my soft-pink soul
With my blueish figure
Also, with my dazzled early days
Take all these things away, altogether.
Yearning more
After the sweet sleep of early evening
Whenever writing and drawing in well-worked early morning
With birds' twittering or the moment skies' converting in color from afar
I wish it could last more a little
It’s like times filling up the void bottle with sunshine
After empting a bottle of quince jelly tea
It’s like the moment from farewell with him
Way of life
The Sunshine are shining on my front still far
Someday vestiges of oblivion falling onto my front
Just looking at pieces dancing on the feather of the times
Winter Songs
On long long night of the winter solstice
On New Years' Eve
On New Year's day
one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather one single word one single peacock feather