Chihwaseon (Strokes of Fire) Page #6

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Stay here and do your painting.

As I was sure you'd

come back to me one day,

I made this quilted coat with love.

At last it has found its lord.

Do you recognize this?

You painted it for me

when we first met.

If I asked you for another one,

would you paint it for me?

That jar over there. Where did you

find such a plain, simple piece?

The modest hand that made it

was guided by a joyful heart.

It looks almost unfinished,

yet it's so generous and warm.

Your bath is ready.

I'm a wandering painter.

Perhaps I could stay here...

With the competition from Japanese

porcelain, it's hard to make a living.

As long as I can eat,

I'll be happy.

Pots don't sell any better

with pretty pictures on them.

I messed it.

Clean it off for me.

How the hell can he paint

with a shaking hand?

Don't be rude!

May the gods grant us

fair weather and fair winds.

Please forgive my ignorance.

You're no ordinary painter.

Speaking for yourself,

what kind of jar do you wish for?

Painters like you want

the iron powder to stick...

so that the piece will have life.

The glazers want their glaze

to spread properly.

The owner of the kiln

hopes for a masterpiece or two.

But the decision is not ours.

Fire dictates all.

Are you staying up?

I'm going to turn in.

Ohwon vanished without trace in 1897.

According to legend,

he went up Diamond Mountain

and became an immortal hermit.

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