A Persimmon Tree

I wanted to capture another essence of my beloved hometown. While walking, I stumbled upon a persimmon tree, its branches heavy with ripe, inviting fruit. No one had picked them—perhaps they were left behind for a wandering soul like me? Beneath the quiet walls of old houses, the jars on the jangdokdae sat peacefully, draped in the warmth and nostalgia of our traditions. I sought to bring that heartfelt scene to life on canvas.