Notes Archive for Tea

It is an interesting thought that a few hundred years ago, the son of a merchant walked into the workshop of a roof tile maker and asked him to make him a tea bowl.The son of the merchant was Sen no Rikyū, of course, and the roof tile maker was…

Take a rock. And look at it with your palm. Do you see how the billions of years it took to shape this rock are touching you. Carry the rock with you, if you can. In the palm of your hand might be the best. Perhaps in your mouth would…

The tea and the incense arrived at the same time. They were ordered from very different places. Yet here I am, looking at the tiny hot orange dot in the darkness, still feeling the energy of the freshly prepared Kuradashi Matcha, I just had the privilege to drink. I sat…

A sketch. The water comes from somewhere north from here. It might get here through strange pipes, but it does eventually get here. It might get filtered somehow, perhaps. Maybe not. It eventually flows into a transparent holder. The faucet makes a bad noise. It has been making that noise…

The summer is leaving on a steamy ship. The air in New York feels like the inside of a bun sold in a Beijing street. Inside time has stopped for quite a few objects, and now we are arranging them into new and quite chaotic constellations. Plastic robots eat plastic…