I am playing the game of life…. better, a role in the play called “Life” – with ups and downs, certainties and doubts, joys and sorrows.
Then, I lay out the paper, prepare the ink, take the brush …… the story stops like having pushed the pause button.
I look at the subject matter, a flower let’s say, that I am about to paint, what do I see?…. I see myself… And I paint that self in a form of a flower… I am the flower, or maybe the flower is me?….. I am home!…..
When my Sumi-e painting is done, I clean my brushes, wash the ink-stone, put everything back where it belongs. I go back to play my game, the role in the play called “Life”….. with a feeling of having had a great encounter…