“A Dreamy Village Under a Dark Night, and the Light in My Memories”

When I was little, I really needed a warm, stable home. But because of the tough circumstances back then, I couldn’t have it. The memories of cold nights in a house where the wind slipped through still linger deep inside me. That longing—a yearning for a safe, comforting space—has never faded, even as time has passed.

Now, years later, I still feel this strong desire to find that stability in the idea of a home. This painting is an expression of that longing. The village under the dark night sky on this canvas isn’t just a simple landscape. The deep blues and blacks of the sky, contrasted with the red roofs and green walls of the houses, hold the dreams I had as a child. Those dreams sometimes shine as bright, warm light, and other times they swirl with the colors of confusion and unease. The rough brushstrokes and the blend of colors reflect the mix of my past memories and my present desires.

The yellow light seeping through the trees and houses reminds me of the faint memory of the warm home I imagined as a kid. But that light isn’t fully bright—it trembles in the shadows. This village is a mirror of my inner self. I crave stability and peace, but that yearning remains incomplete, still on its journey. The red-roofed houses symbolize my intense longing, the green walls represent hope and vitality, and the blue lines running through them touch on the uncertainty that surrounds me.

As I painted this, I wasn’t just creating a landscape—I was pouring the deep-rooted longing and healing process within me onto the canvas. This dark-night village is a symbol of the stability I seek and a reflection of the path I’m still walking. I hope viewers can see this painting and recall their own memories or feelings about a home—or a sense of stability. This village isn’t just my story; it’s a piece of the universal dream we all carry.