Jeju

Between departure and return, he quietly gazes at the Fūdo. The sea here is still blue, and the mountains and the sky shimmer faintly. The color has not yet dried. Before all light would one day sink into the color of dried grass, the painter first had to gaze for a long time at the place to which he had returned. The horse stands before its homeland. With a body that has come back, carrying a heart that has not yet come home.

The body comes first, and the heart comes slowly. Homecoming was not the work of a day, but of the rest of a life.