Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
A conversation on an Autumn evening

[Aki no yo no kaiwa]

cold, isn’t it?
ah, it’s cold.
the insects are crying, aren’t they?
ah, the insects are crying.
pretty soon they will go inside the earth, won’t they?
inside the earth is bad, isn’t it?
you lost weight, didn’t you?
you too lost a lot of weight, didn’t you?
where do you think it hurts?
in the stomach, you suppose?
if we take our stomach out we will die, won’t we?
we don’t want to die, do we?
cold, isn’t it?
ah, the insects are crying.

Kusano Shinpei

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Hiroshige Ando 1797-1858 - Flower and Cricket
Flower and Cricket
by Hiroshige Ando 1797-1858




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