
It is a still night
Our lanterns burning softly
to remember you
It is a still night
Our lanterns burning softly
to remember you
Painting in the blood
Hokusai’s cherry blossom
Katsushika Oi
The flash in the pan?
Sharaku flaunts tradition
blaze your own trail now
Western kosen-ga
Kiyochika who persevered
the last of his kind
Beautiful women,
Shadows of Yoshiwara
Kunisada’s light
The life you lead is
coloured with experience
Hiroshige’s answer
Hokusai painting
nature in her purest forms
a gift to the world
Inari drinks sake
by the river in summer
drunk on gold laughter
Two men meet today
Buddha, Marcus Aurelius
the world is put right
The day I started drawing
who painted poetry in colours
carved landscapes from pigment
willed animals to exist by the force of his technique
I imagined what it must’ve been like
for him to travel 300 miles on the Tokaido Road
an artistic pilgrimage, chasing seasons
guided by the force of his vision
There’s only one Hiroshige
The same as there’s only one me
And that’s enough