한국어
평생 그는 떠남을 그렸다.
빈 집. 떠나는 배. 돌아오지 않는 것들. 화면마다 누군가 떠나고 있었다.
빈 집을 그릴 때 그는 그 집의 주인이었다. 떠나는 배를 그릴 때 그는 그 배에 타고
있었다.
그러나 마지막에, 그는 흩어진 것을 불러 모았다.
집을 세우고, 말을 매고, 나무를 심고, 까마귀를 앉혔다. 평생 떠나보낸 것들을 하나씩
도로 불렀다.
그리고 그 한가운데로, 한 사람을 돌아오게 했다.
지친 걸음으로, 굽은 등으로, 그래도 집을 향해.
떠남을 그리던 손이 돌아옴을 그렸다. 보내던 사람이 맞이하는 사람이 되었다.
떠남에서 돌아옴까지, 그 사이에 한 생이 있었다.
English
All his life, he painted departure. Empty houses. Departing boats. Things that do
not return. In every picture, someone was leaving. When he painted an empty
house, he was the one who belonged to that house. When he painted a departing
boat, he was aboard that boat. But in the end, he called the scattered things back
together. He raised the house, tethered the horse, planted the tree, and set the crow
down. One by one, he called back the things he had sent away all his life. And into
their midst, he let one person return. With weary steps, with a bent back, and yet
toward home. The hand that had painted departure painted return. The one who
had sent others off became the one who receives them. From departure to return,
between them, there was a life.