Canvas 1

A trash painter.

I don’t know what regret I had to greet the morning.

Even if the long night pain reached my back, I couldn’t sleep at all.

I just hope that the pain will end as if I will lose consciousness immediately.

When I lit the cigarette, the door opened with a loud sound.

As if surprised to see me gasping, my younger brother Theo rushed in.

I’m thankful and sorry.

I can’t make eye contact with my beloved brother.

“You’re here.”

“What happened? Huh? What did you do?”

I couldn’t answer.

I couldn’t tell Theo, who didn’t refuse to do anything I asked.

I just smiled bitterly and took away the cigarette.

“Is it time to smoke? Why! Why!”

Looking at the way he talks, it seems that he has already heard the story from the doctor.

It would be strange not to know if you came from Paris to here at once.

“Why couldn’t I do anything properly Theo?”

I couldn’t even do the job of dying properly.

The bitter words reached out to him.

“What’s wrong with you? It’s upsetting!”

Theo’s hand shook severely as he held the hem of my clothes.

Now that I see it, he has wrinkles on his face.

He don’t look good either.

It’s probably all because of his ugly brother.

When I tried to pet his head like those days when we lived without any worries, he raised his head and said.

“I told you everything would be fine.”

“Like ROSE, more and more people will recognize you. Why did you do that?”

Theo screams with eyes full of tears.

“[Iris] and [Starry Night on the Rongang River] which was exhibited last year, received quite good reviews.”

“Maybe.”

“Yeah! Then why did you do that?”

I can’t draw anymore and don’t want to be a burden to you?

Don’t you have a son and a wife?

I shouldn’t be a burden for your health and family.

“Theo the day before yesterday, when i went to the Wheat field it seemed like gold color melted on the whole wheat field.”

The wheat fields waiting for the harvest overflowed beautifully.

Even tonight, the moon and stars will shine like that golden wheat field.

Moon and stars, lanterns, wheat fields.

Sunflower….. Sunflower…… Sunflo…

I don’t think I’ll see the sun tomorrow morning.

Theo shouts hurriedly beyond the distant view.

Don’t cry with a hoarse voice.

My voice isn’t coming out.

“No, no! You can’t do this! Wake up! Come on!”

Happy birthday dear Theo.

My brother, please bury this sadness in your heart.

I hope you forgive me for being a useless brother.

“Bro! Bro!”

I love you my dear brother.