vendredi 27 août 2004

Seeds of affection Asuka lives in Japan. Handicapped, he joins with others to make an exhibition of his soul. In his own translation, Asuka says: "When I'm feeling down I always go and buy                seeds of courage from the sky When I plant them in the flowerbed of my heart              I gain courage Courage, sometimes it pushes me from behind Please buy the seeds for the flower of courage      at a flower shop in the sky Once you buy the seeds for the flower of courage Why not plant them in the flowerbed of your heart?" On those same islands, Kusudama, artist, works on patience. Should I plant the flower of patience? (Outside the garden, something whispers something's awry...) Inspired by Chinese neighbours, the Japanese wrote Kanji. We don't speak it, you and me, but we can look. It speaks to us. Almost half a world away, once a decade, when the rains are done, a cactus too flowers into courage. Silent the eagle daze on wind, salt-stung gaze; white flight, jet black rock. How many distant lands have you visited, my friend, to which you would return? Places you loved that dearly? So far, I've been to one. Far above Funchal, Madeira looks after a secret. There's another garden, Ellie, the labour of love of a man called José Manuel Rodriguez Berardo. Now anybody can go there, anybody with a sturdy pair of legs and a good head for heights. How I'd like to take you there one day! (I don't know what's amiss; miss, perhaps the compass of my intuition has lost its bearings, all I can do is wait ... and tend the plants.) Berardo's work is done. He also kept koi fish, laughing Buddhas. My work here has just begun. 6:43:10 PM    your views? []

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