His Japanese wife died.
Alone he molded clay,
The sculptor Kwŏn Jin-gyu
had a room in Seoul's Tonam-dong district.
The sculptures were quite at home.
was a guest squatting on the edge of a camp bed in a corner.
One clay figure breathing.
One sculptor gasping.
It seems there are cliffs in art.
He failed to avoid the cliff,
walked over the edge,
and after that there was nothing.
He ended his life.
Not because he hated the world
Not because he hated himself. Art driven out.
Translated by Brother Anthony of Taizé and Lee Sang-Wha from Korean