In my painting recently, I find myself enamored with pinks and whites. Flesh, snow, vibrancy, and quiet. It all seems to have taken shape in my mind after a winter reading (and re-reading) of Yoshida Kenko’s Essays in Idleness (or the 徒然草）.
Somehow all the little moments throughout his writing seem to foment into these pinks and whites in my mind. They are all very still and quiet, but all kind of pulsating with life.
I imagine paintings like a zuihitsu, rambling through my thoughts and ideas about the world. Collecting from it, commenting on it, and always observing. Things become landscapes and ideas, memories and gestures, lines and directions of thought in paint.