[100 Challenge] Song E Yoon_24

Witch’s come back 

Sometimes, I think about my time studying at university for an MFA (Master Of Fine Art). I was returning to school after many experiences, such as attempting international exhibitions and staying in New York for over three years. There are many reasons. The best timing was then, such as personal complexity, circumstances, and goals for study and research.

I stayed at my parents' house to study, and my sister had three young boys.  My sister and brother-in-law were busy working at the hospital; they were both medical doctors, so they were living with them, and I was in charge of co-parenting. Taking care of the children is never tiring. They have never felt hard because they are such a joy in their very existence. I just wanted to spend more time together. All three of my nephews could pay for their very early years with me promptly, and I was able to change their diapers. And my sister paid for my tuition instead. 

I enjoyed my school life. I was the oldest, and all my colleagues I studied with were good-hearted and hard-working. They drew and studied hard, earning their tuition fees. The professors were old in undergraduate school, so I didn't feel very friendly. Everyone was in a difficult. However, during the MFA, all professors changed fresh. 

It was a New relationship and a New knowledge. However, apart from the many teachings and guidance from my professors and the good times I had with my studies and research, the political and power struggles at the university seemed ridiculous. Not all professors were like that. Even if only one or two people are sprayed with black ink in clear water, the water gets easily dirty.

What one of them did was ironic. He was a gentle and elegant image and a teacher who taught practical skills in Korean painting at my high school. I didn't take classes directly from him because I majored in Western painting, but from my memory, my friends who majored in Korean painting followed and liked him very much. But strangely, he went around making false rumors about me. He spread the rumor that I am a un marriages single mother to other researchers in my doctoral and master's courses. They believed such absurd rumors. I have taken my nephews to school a few times when I don't have classes on weekends. The gifted academy my nephews go to on weekends is right next to my university, so they look down at the kids, and I work in the studio for a while or take one of my three children out of class to the university museum department or take them to my studio to paint. Could that be the cause of the rumor? I don't think so. A normal person wouldn't ask me directly if they had any unconfirmed questions or if there was anything they thought would be a flaw in me.

The professor seems to have been afraid of secondary problems arising from our department professors' trust in me. There was still an empty faculty seat at that time, so I think he wanted to tarnish my moral image, considering the possibility of uncomfortable situations if I became a professor. He decided I would not follow their instructions well in the relationship between A and B. A timid modern witch-hunt attempt?

Unfortunately, his attempt was unable to take any toll on me. My social reputation as a woman did not significantly affect my life because my husband, who was my boyfriend at the time, was not a loser who judged women based on female chastity if such false rumors had not swayed him. Furthermore, as the professor believes, I am not a very easy woman. His actions further proved my influence and ability. He made me realize I am a threat to someone just by being there.

My department professors were very favorable to me. They were intelligent, frank, and devoted to their studies, eventually becoming professors. Regardless of my gratitude to them as teachers or their abilities, I do not contact them. I rarely have much contact with anyone. Almost all people seek what they are wearing, what others are wearing, and how others see them rather than what is essential. I used to be like that, right?

It isn't perfect to do art for one's success. Being praised and praised by others is far from the essence of art and is shameful. People often say this to artists seeking the essence. How would you make a living if you didn't have such a sense of reality? So, are you doing better than me? Do you eat and dress better? Do you eat more delicious apples than I do? I focus on sharing emotions in abundance with people who feel rich emotions. I'm doing that now. I don't know how it happened, but some energy is taking me to an environment where I can continue to feel richer emotions.

Witches were doctors, astronomers, rulers, and goddesses. They were victims. Of jealousy, slaying, and obscene, they came back to life. Now, the Aquarius era has arrived. Witches are now finding their place. To them, timid witch hunts are only considered cute grunts.