A garden into which sparkling sunlight streams overflows with greenery and flowers in bloom. Butterflies and bees dance, ants and mantises parade. Among the busily moving insects, a solitary old man stoops over, motionless. His eyes, hardly even blinking, follow the shapes of the insects. Sometimes reflecting the sun, they are as clear as an infant’s. Because of his age I guess, wrinkles run across his face but even so his skin is quite moist. He watches the insects so as to commit to memory their expressions and movements. Afterwards, in no time at all, the forms of those insects are, through his fingertips and well-loved brush, duplicated on drawing paper.
There’s a mysterious shop in a place called Suginuma that is run by a mysterious couple. I was drawn to them because of an improvised concert that was held on May 16, 2009 which was so beautiful, holy, and wonderful. It’s hard to express exactly what they are in just a word or two. You could call them avant garde musicians, and you could also call them shop owners. They’re clearly different from regular people, living in a way that we don’t encounter often.