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All That Remains Are Summer Grasses*, 2007
Ceramic sculpture: Stoneware clay - Raku
natural bamboo handles, waxed linen cord
Collection of 4 vases (winter, spring,
summer, fall)
22”H x 30”W x 12”D
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* Title adapted from poem by Haiku poet,
Basho (1644 - 1694). The transliterated original on the right
side.
“The summers grasses
All that remains
Of brave soldiers dreams”
I was very touched and affected by this
famous poem by Basho. No matter what we have achieved and
accumulated in this life; no matter how famous we become, in
the end, we lose it all; only the summer grasses prevail.
This was especially true during the
troubled times in Japanese history where there was so much
warfare. In the end the castles fall, armies fade away, but the
grasses remain. This is very poignant in the training of the
sword arts where life and death is determined in a split second
after the blade is drawn. It shows me how precious life is and
how quickly it can be taken away. The study of any martial arts
is to preserve and protect life; not to harm it.
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