Fountain of lions and persimmon branches from homeland is a work of memories, which I made after a walk with someone in Regent's Park, London.
As we ended a conversation and both gazed at the fountain in silence, the breeze and the ticking of the water evoked images of the walks I always took along the river in my hometown. These walks were best in autumn, with the scent of laurel and branches with persimmons coming out of the garden fence. Here the memory had to be put into paint, and the painting started from a branch. As it progressed, the thread then pulled out the dazzling afternoon light, the greenhouse garden, the glass dome, and the church. Everything is both intimate and nuanced. At that initial moment, the breeze and the sound of water are the tiny hands that dip the Madeleine cake into a cup of coffee.
