COLLECTION
Chorus of Trees
Acacia
The cherry blossoms did not fail to arrive. I look at the light from under the tree. The tree I want to paint Makes the heart explode With its lively vibrations, Light and wind, The water it absorbs. Branches spreading like blood vessels, The time and space within them; I want to express life itself. And The sound of birds that frequent the tree.
— Younhee C. Paik