On my Facebook page today I asked if a person goes to an art museum of answers or for questions. I suspect the wise look for questions. I find reflections, reflections of what I’m thinking, even if I don’t know I’m thinking it.
Today it was the roughest and most simple inks that got me.
First was a scroll by a tea master, Fujimura Yoken, in the tea section. The base of his painting much more than his calligraphy which seem to be made by a whole other person. I wonder, words or image which tells a better story?
The second was an ink by the hermit priest Ryokan.
