
Hokusai painting
nature in her purest forms
a gift to the world
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
The Stoics say focus
control what’s in your control
accept fate’s word
The artist colours
Dreaming of the floating world
sleep peacefully
Life is colliding
in Kabukicho backstreets
sake, singing, silence.
The art of kaizen
is continuous progress
people harmony
Stoics and samurai
have a great deal in common
they die everyday
The life of a sake brewer
Is somewhere between science and poetry
Harnessing nature on the smallest of scales
Living, breathing, organisms, working, together,
Stop watches, singing, koji spores blooming,
See the moromi dance and bubble
Controlled and perfected over centuries
Terroir of the land
Terroir of the people
Filtered down into mythical proportions
Stories bottled and shipped
Spreading the message one sip at a time
Kanpai