Showing posts with label japanese aesthetic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label japanese aesthetic. Show all posts

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Yoshitoshi's Strange Tales














































































































































































The Asian Art Museum, in San Francisco is sponsoring an extraordinary collection of Yoshitoshi wood-block prints entitled "Strange Tales." The show consisted of wood-block prints of Yoshitoshi that comprise images of the supernatural world.

As I perused the exhibition, images of dragons, demons, ghosts and warrior devils leaped from the walls in subdued glimmering colors. Because the prints are so light sensitive, the lighting in the room was subdued casting a dark amber spell. These particular wood-block prints will only be shown for a month due to their light sensitivity and different ones will be hung for the second month of the exhibition. It was a privilege and honor to be able to see these delicate masterpieces.

What was apparent to me was the struggle that, Yoshitoshi had known in his life. Several of these images were painted by him when he was mentally and physically devastated due to unrelenting poverty. One in particular held me spellbound by its sheer mastery of human pain and transcendence via watery realms. This is the wood-block print of the boy riding the fish featured on the flags inside the Museum. When I stood before this print, the suffering of Yoshitoshi was made visceral in the form of the fish, upon which the youth plunged into the symbolic depths of sea and wave.

When you think about the international art world; the sophistication, the money, the power and privilege levied by those who own and broker great art, it is easy to forget what creates it. It is born of blood and tears that mix with paint, sediments, tinctures and strokes that follow, the footsteps of those who sacrifice their lives to serve art.

Great art is rarely trendy in its lifetime. It isn't born "uptown" in glittering high heels and arched feet, but in neighborhoods and terrains of those who struggle. In San Francisco the next generation of great artists are gone because unless they are born with trust funds or have high tech jobs they can't afford to live there. As I left the museum I observed some moments of silence for the gift of Yoshitoshi's alchemy.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

in the small forest, flute music...




Urban Flute Tuesday continued. When I arrived for my lesson streams of gorgeous music from the silver flute of my teacher greeted me. The notes of music curled like tendrils of smoke, rising into the air and vanishing above the tips of the small trees growing in the garden. I am sure the trees love this music as much as I do. I am not certain how they feel about my efforts but I persevere as music gives me a feeling of spiritual centering I don't achieve any other way. In other words it's my practice...

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Princess Haiku Visits Exquisite Chrysanthemum at Japonisme


One of the most interesting blogs that I visit is Japonisme. The latest entry on this visually gorgeous and intellectual space, is, "Mums the Word" If you love rare chrysanthemum flowers the way that I do you won't miss this. Chrysanthemums have inspired many of my haiku and other poems.

Japonisme regularly features "lost painters" or artists that have not been acknowledged for their contributions to the development of Western art. As I am not an expert on this field I will leave it to Japonisme to clarify exactly what is and has been the influence of Japanese arts on those of the West.

More information is available via Wikipedia. If you read this page carefully you will see that Japonisme is one of the few external links cited. Kudos to the independent scholarship and aesthetic charm of this blog.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Dreaming of a Temple in Faraway Narra, says Princess Haiku ...





Woodblock print of a Temple in Narra draws Princess Haiku into its pristine beauty.

The violence of the world continues unabated, while in my mind I enter the Temple and burn a small stick of incense and leave a prayer of compassion for all living things. Please, let this violence stop.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Chrysanthemum Paper


Gorgeous Japanese chrysanthemum paper.

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