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

the moon:

I wandered around the pond

all night long

( Basho )

Breakfast enjoyed

in the fine company of

morning glories

( Basho )

The wind from Mt. Fuji

I put it on the fan.

Here,the souvenir from Edo.

( Basho )

Won”t you come and see

loneliness? Just one leaf

from the kiri tree.

( Basho )

Winter solitude…

in a world of one color

the sound of wind.

(Basho)