Dec 10, 2011
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 3, 2011
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 2, 2011
Oct 17, 2011
I have been thinking with the dragon.
I have been thinking with the dragon. but we can't have a conversation...Sometimes I imagine such a thing.
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 5, 2011
Thinking about drawing line
I love difficulty of drawing line.
Sep 10, 2011
Sep 9, 2011
Sep 3, 2011
Aug 28, 2011
Aug 27, 2011
Aug 21, 2011
Aug 20, 2011
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 13, 2011
Obon
This is Muromi river.
It flows through Fukuoka city.
My great-grandfather, grandfather and father were living in the place that was not far from this river. My family members like to talk about the appearance of old Fukuoka to me.
And therefore I have feeling it seems that I am living in this town 200 years...
Today is the first day of Obon period(in my town). Many Japanese believe their ancestral souls will come back to their home in Obon period(once a year).
In Obon period, there are various things that have to do
In Obon period, there are various things that have to do
to offer up these sweets to the Buddhist altar of the family.
to offer up these foods to the Buddhist altar of the family.
to make white dumpling.
to display a lantern.
Aug 6, 2011
monk / Sengai Gibon
Sengai Gibon (仙厓 義梵 / 1750 - 1837) was a Japanese monk of the Rinzai (臨済宗).
Though the Rinzai sect is particularly known for its hard-to-understand teachings, Sengai tried to make them accessible to the public. He left many interesting and lovely sumi-e paintings.
Of course, I have never met him. Imagined his face and drew it.
According to his biography,
On his last moment, he muttered "I don't want to die ( しにとうない )"
His pupils had been surprised and asked "What does it mean? ". ( It seems that it was unusual that the Buddhist monk who had high position say such a thing.)
Jul 23, 2011
Friends
A dog and a cat and me.
I can make friends with dogs and cats at once.
The dog which I kept in old days.
Neighboring wild cat.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 16, 2011
the bag named "me"
I feel, it seems that a human being is in the bag named "me".
Nobody can get out of the bag.
Nobody can come in other bags.
Moreover, it is impossible to understand other bag (person), perfectly.
If we could do it, our life would be so easy. When we came from heaven(When we were born), maybe, the god said to us "learn your life!"