We fell out of the gallery Toko with our purchases, like drunkards looking for the another bar, which happened to be on the other side of the road in the form of Moegi, another gallery. A modern building on three floors with a central atrium surrounding a maple tree, just beginning to turn in colour.…
Mashiko part 3, actually buying pots
Pot number 1, a small tenmoku dish from Hamada Museum, for my good friend who drove me to Aberdeen airport at 5am to catch my flight to London to connect with the Narita flight. No photo of this. Pot number 2, a white glazed vase. Half way down the high street at 3pm and despairing…
Mashiko part 2, buying pots
Nothing is – Look, and it is. Not seeing at all, We cannot see all there is around us. Everything is but an expression of the self. ……… I buy something – I have bought myself. From ‘The Windows of Life’ …. Some thoughts by Kanjiro Kawai No matter how I try to justify it…
Mashiko, 12&13 Nov. part 1
We arrived in the early afternoon after a 3 hour 3 train journey from Tokyo. You know you’ve arrived in Mashiko by the presence of an enormous pot standing at the station. Took a taxi to the hotel to drop off the luggage, then into town to be deposited at the feet of a giant…