¡°After
the rain¡¦
As in a time when I
can still see the impression of the rain, As in the traces of
tears in a cleared world after overwhelming distress, As in a place where
the rain and the sun meet, not yet parting from each other,
I, who am standing
somewhere in between, listen to the stories of both sides:
of this world that I
see and walk on¡¦ and of the vulnerable world that,
like the frame called
nature, trembles in a faintest breeze¡¦¡±
- from the artist¡¯s
notes by Yeleen Lee
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