“The conflict between man and nature seems to have been one of the bases of Western civilization. In Japan, on the other hand, man has usually lived as part of nature, being embraced by it and commingling with it…”
A downpour with no drama – no winds or thunder; all, silent and vertical. Dusk is misplaced today.
Browsing through my book collection of artist’s books, long before the Internet, my right and left brain(s) are rattled to life – together. Did they forget that they were a team during my day job of constant interaction? I fear so. I play with ideas on the assembly of parts, but nothing whole appeals to me. I go to bed with a trust I have not felt in a long time. A trust that “it” will work out.
This is a humbling experience. For as I regain my belief with this small act, there is the larger reminder that nothing is permanent. It is all for in the now in my life. Somehow this sense of impermanence brings a great relief as my eyes close, and the cat purrs.
Doing justice to the nature of the materials is my hope.
Oak, Hideyuli. How to wrap 5 more eggs: Traditional Japanese packaging. New York: Weatherhill, 1984. Print.