18th Jan 2013

Galactic train

As soon as I heard the title of the message, my heart became excited, filled with happiness of being alive embraced by the romantic resonance of music and embraced a yearning for an unknown world. The music played by Mr. Idaki Shin indeed manifested Great Being each moment after moment that greatly marveled me while I could not properly acknowledge his limitless rich resources until today’s concert. I experienced that my soul had traveled through the universe on a galactic train and freely flew over the cosmic space. From now on though I was alive with a body, I would never be captured by frameworks of an existing visual and physical world and start living a life true to the free nature of a soul. I was very glad and my soul trembled at the richness of human life and I sincerely wished to continue today’s experience of a cosmic journey.
Meanwhile I created a poetry book entitled “Poetry of the Mother Earth of the North” with my photos and poems that I had created when my soul had trembled and made me shed tears. Every time as I watched this photo book, my soul trembled and was filled with joy. Everything there was an expression of soul. Places with the name of “Koma”, willows waving to a wind and their image reflected on a water surface of Kitakami river made me shed tears and recall a light-scape of my homeland that I had cherished in my heart so long.
Attracted by a nostalgic aroma eventually I felt like making a Washi, Japanese traditional paper, though I had no idea for what reason nor its usage. However as I knew that wonderful things would be made to happen as I expressed my sincere heart, so I followed my intuition and worked on papers trying to visualize a special aroma. My heart became excited anticipating a marvelous future and I created some Washi, one day on the veranda of my home in Morioka helped by a pleasant wind, and the other day at an old house of one of my staff members with a wind of nostalgia that had carried me a voice of souls of my ancestors who had originated making Washi. My heart trembled and I shed tears; without being taught by someone, their souls taught me how to make them, coming together with a wind and an aroma. I felt the presence of souls of my ancestors and finally came to create art works that revived an ancient light-scape. I conveyed the joy of seeing each other again and through tearful eyes I watched photo books that manifested the moment of encounters with souls of people. My soul trembled.