{"product_id":"109513","title":"The picture is to her ","description":"\u003ccenter\u003e\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:center\"\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/tmgdisk01.cafe24.com\/images\/vs\/4172\/sv\/3jX2sGEiNKCQjDPxu34eyXuiNQMMpD.png?v=1765114895\" style=\"max-width:100%;max-height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"width:95%\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:center;font-size:30px;font-weight:bolder;line-height:1.6em\"\u003e The picture is to her \u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd 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style=\"line-height:1.2em;text-align:center;font-size:18px;color:black;font-weight:bold;padding-bottom:20px;\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\n\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"text-align:center\"\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/image.yes24.com\/momo\/TopCate67\/MidCate06\/6654595.jpg\" style=\"max-width:100%;height:auto\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\n\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"width:95%;{split_style6}padding-top:20px;padding-bottom:20px\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:left;font-size:16px;font-weight:bold;padding-bottom:20px\"\u003e Description \u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:left;word-break:break-all;font-size:14px;line-height:1.6em;\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eBook Introduction\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e A book containing the honest stories of a thirty-year-old working woman who encountered paintings with laughter and tears from her twenties until she turned thirty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Andy Warhol, the hurricane of the 21st century art world; Hopper, the master of urban and sophisticated loneliness; Munch, the unfortunate painter who inherited mental illness and tuberculosis; Magritte, the painter of thought who painted what was difficult to express in words; Van Gogh, the passionate painter who could not love himself as much as he loved painting; Wyeth, the American hyperrealist painter; Lempicka, the painter of self-esteem who was proud and beautiful in his own right…\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThrough their works, the author speaks about existential shopping, the loneliness of solo travel, the recurring adolescence at thirty, the illusion of blind love, the inner emptiness that cannot be filled even by reading books, and the still-ambiguous nature of women's self-esteem.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cul\u003e\u003cli\u003e You can preview some of the book's contents.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cspan\u003ePreview\u003c\/span\u003e\n\n\u003c\/li\u003e\u003c\/ul\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eindex\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cb\u003eEmpathy: I am in her\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A world that recommends 'frilled blouses'\u003cbr\u003e A spring night in Tokyo with cherry blossoms fluttering\u003cbr\u003e A woman reading a book is lonely\u003cbr\u003e Self-portrait in a green Bugatti\u003cbr\u003e 3 a.m., a night of insomnia and loneliness\u003cbr\u003e We are in our thirties, worn out and tired\u003cbr\u003e A woman's loneliness is a drama.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eLonging: A day I miss, looking at a painting\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I loved you before I met you\u003cbr\u003e That's what women's friendship is like\u003cbr\u003e That rare, firm and determined seagull\u003cbr\u003e She never had a business card  \u003cbr\u003eA father's love, sharpened and buried deep in the heart\u003cbr\u003e What is the main emotion in your heart?\u003cbr\u003e Childhood landscape in a gentle ink painting\u003cbr\u003e My older sister is the sunset in the field where flowers bloom in my heart\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eComfort: The heart that wants to be comforted, stay here\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Depression, the consolation of a painting\u003cbr\u003e Love is a tragedy\u003cbr\u003e Dark green sadness\u003cbr\u003e The center of the world, I am not there\u003cbr\u003e Days of beastly training\u003cbr\u003e Why do I want to get married?\u003cbr\u003e I know the pain in your feet very well.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eRest: Take a break from painting\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I shop, therefore I am.\u003cbr\u003e Matisse's Blue Vacation\u003cbr\u003e Encountering other people's lives and changing\u003cbr\u003e Stop, newspaper, you are so beautiful.\u003cbr\u003e A master of love, seemingly invincible\u003cbr\u003e A wandering youth seeks out a fortune teller.\u003cbr\u003e Happy people don't dream of paradise.\u003cbr\u003e I wish I had a house too\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eInto the book\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e  \u003cdiv\u003eI had no one to share what I saw, heard, and felt while walking around all day long until my feet were sore.\u003cbr\u003e The cherry blossoms were already at their peak.\u003cbr\u003e The dirty pink at the tips of the cherry blossom branches, where the flowers had fallen, reminded me of the color of the lips of the dead.\u003cbr\u003e The hotel room was small and dreary.\u003cbr\u003e The overly neatly made bed reminded me that this was a place for people to 'stay' rather than 'live'.\u003cbr\u003e I thought of Hopper again.\u003cbr\u003e This time, I was reminded not of works depicting urban and sophisticated melancholy, but of the 1931 work 'Hotel Room', which depicts a woman sitting alone in her underwear on a hotel room bed.\u003cbr\u003e The sense of isolation that the woman in the painting must have felt came back to me as if it were my own.\u003cbr\u003e Suddenly, I remembered what my friend had said: \"Ryokan,\" a traditional Japanese inn, never accepts guests who are alone.\"\u003cbr\u003e They say it's because there are so many people who come alone and commit suicide. \u003cbr\u003eSuddenly, fear surged through me as I thought that no one would notice if I died in this hotel room in a big city where every room had the same layout.\u003cbr\u003e I really missed my messy room in Seoul.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e --- From the text\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Some people who saw the painting said that Christina's back looked like my real back.\u003cbr\u003e Perhaps it was the tied-up hairstyle and the one-piece dress with a string tied around the waist.\u003cbr\u003e I felt that the inner self of the main character in the painting resembled me, not just in appearance.\u003cbr\u003e I thought the world she was seeing would be a lonely and sad landscape.\u003cbr\u003e I believed that the world I read about in books would resemble her world.\u003cbr\u003e Like others who saw the painting, I didn't realize that Christina was disabled, but I knew it intuitively. \u003cbr\u003eThat the woman in the painting is lacking something.\u003cbr\u003e That their hearts, like the two legs of that little woman facing the wind, facing the horizon, are crippled by loneliness, solitude, or desolation.\u003cbr\u003e There is no emotion that brings about more identification with others than empathy for suffering.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Some people who saw the painting said that Christina's back looked like my real back.\u003cbr\u003e Perhaps it was the tied-up hairstyle and the one-piece dress with a string tied around the waist.\u003cbr\u003e I felt that the inner self of the main character in the painting resembled me, not just in appearance.\u003cbr\u003e I thought the world she was seeing would be a lonely and sad landscape.\u003cbr\u003e I believed that the world I read about in books would resemble her world. \u003cbr\u003eLike others who saw the painting, I didn't realize that Christina was disabled, but I knew it intuitively.\u003cbr\u003e That the woman in the painting is lacking something.\u003cbr\u003e That their hearts, like the two legs of that little woman facing the wind, facing the horizon, are crippled by loneliness, solitude, or desolation.\u003cbr\u003e There is no emotion that brings about more identification with others than empathy for suffering.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e --- From the text\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e  \u003cdiv\u003eWhen I thought about the sad present where I had no friends despite coming to Seoul with dreams of becoming a great man, the foolish and shameful past where I had rejected my father's advice to just go to a university in my hometown and become a teacher and insisted on coming to Seoul, and the uncertain future where I had no idea how I would navigate the university life that lay ahead, I would reach a state where 'my chest would feel tight, something hot would appear in my eyes, I would feel ashamed to the point of blushing, and I would be crushed to death by my sadness and foolishness.'\u003cbr\u003e During those confusing, complicated, and utterly lonely times, I often sat on the bed with my knees wrapped around me to calm my wavering mind and tried to think of 'that rare, firm, and determined tree called the seagull.' \u003cbr\u003eTo me, 'Seagull Tree' was sometimes a poem my father taught me, sometimes an image of my family that I missed, and sometimes a landscape of my hometown that I left behind.\u003cbr\u003e I tried to conjure up a more concrete image of the 'seagull'.\u003cbr\u003e I thought it would be easier to bear loneliness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When I thought about the sad present where I had no friends despite coming to Seoul with dreams of becoming a great man, the foolish and shameful past where I had rejected my father's advice to just go to a university in my hometown and become a teacher and insisted on coming to Seoul, and the uncertain future where I had no idea how I would navigate the university life that lay ahead, I would reach a state where 'my chest would feel tight, something hot would appear in my eyes, I would feel ashamed to the point of blushing, and I would be crushed to death by my sadness and foolishness.' \u003cbr\u003eDuring those confusing, complicated, and utterly lonely times, I often sat on the bed with my knees wrapped around me to calm my wavering mind and tried to think of 'that rare, firm, and determined tree called the seagull.'\u003cbr\u003e To me, 'Seagull Tree' was sometimes a poem my father taught me, sometimes an image of my family that I longed for, and sometimes a landscape of my hometown that I left behind.\u003cbr\u003e I tried to conjure up a more concrete image of the 'seagull'.\u003cbr\u003e I thought it would be easier to bear loneliness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e --- From the text 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