One of neighbours is repairing a house.
It sounds like coming from our house.
To someone, it is the sound of preparing precious home.
To someone, it is the sound of living.
To someone, it is the sound of shaking one's space.
And, to someone, it is the sound not heard at all.
Now, a short pause of repairing sound, it is the sound of learning
that teaches the preciousness of comfort and delight tranquility gives.
Like this, we live
in the world of our own with our own standards.
Like this, we live in our own pictures drawing our own.
Everything in them is all created by us.
There is not a bit that is not our own creation.
Neither brought nor drawn by anybody else.
It is wholly up to us
to decide what to draw and not to draw,
what shape to draw and not to draw,
what colour to paint and not to paint
in our pictures.
What to see and how to see.
What to hear and how to hear.
What to say and how to say.
It is 'ourselves' who make the choice.
Depending on what choice we make,
our pictures become different.
The world we live in becomes different.
There are many ways to let us know
that all of us have our own pictures and what they are.
One of them is 'Art'.
What to look .. and how to look..
Through this kind of 'looking',
searching for the truth and
trying to live by practicing the found truth in daily life.
History calls it 'Art'.
That is the 'Art' I know.