Starting to installing a tent at Minmeru Beach
Tranquil, restful, and spread wide-open
The mud flat quietly shining with the sound of the world
The majestic maroon scenery of the lively breath under the mud
The blue landscape of whispering waves and
The fine, white sand is piled up, gently rolling with the seawater and the wind,
And greets the small waves coming back from moment to moment.
After the typhoon passed on that day, unusually high clouds in the sky were drawing pictures at every turn. One day in the fall, the first impression of Minmeru Beach of Seokmo Island was serene, beautiful and piteous and far-off.
I want to gingerly pitch a few pointed tents in the idyllic landscape and draw the faint shades of trees.
Barely visible, the shadows of the birds pass too. Words on the tents swinging in the wind,
The mournful and ancient sound of accordion, the humble and low bass, and the tender ladies in the landscape,
Excited people mixing with each other
The ever-changing landscape of Minmeoru,
Movements in accord with the sunlight on the beach, the sunset, and the starlight
This is a few days’ dream with Minmeoru beach, greeting the coming winter
- from the Artist’s Notes of Yeleen Lee