Byobu

While at the Moku Hanga Conference in Japan I was able to take a byobu (screen) and chotsugai (paper hinge) workshop given by Yabuta Kashu. 

Byobu's (bee-o-boo) were used in Japanese homes as room dividers where there were not walls and means 'protect [from] wind'.  They are used as pieces of furniture as well as art and their use can temporarily change the size and atmosphere of a room.
They are held together only by paper hinges and glue and can fold in both directions.  There are no nails, metal hinges or screws.  Just paper.  It's pretty magical!
Once home I decided to make my own using a print made especially for the byobu.  I had only made a small 2 piece byobu in the workshop but made this one 3 pieces.  It took several weeks but it came our exactly like I wanted.  The size is 12 x 25" so it won't work as a room divider but fits nicely in front of the fire place.

Blue Moon    
I used 2 blocks of cherry ply.  The challenge was getting all 3 pieces to print evenly and with the same tone and color.

Moku Hanga Exhibit - Edinburgh, Scotland

Tangled Water

Elspeth Lamb RSA and Paul Furneaux RSA show new works alongside over 30 invited Mokuhanga (wood block printing) artists from Japan, USA, Australia, Europe, and Scotland.
My print, Tangled Water, was selected to be part of this exhibit which also includes works by Helen Frankenthaler! 
30 July - 18 September, 2011
RSA Finlay & Projects Room
The Royal Scottish Academy
The Mound
Edinburgh

Oh Indigo! part 2

Business card for Indigo shop
After leaving Tokushima I headed back to Shiga Prefecture, which is Michigan's Sister State.  I was still looking for waterfalls so before I had left Michigan I did another search and found www.shiga-ken.com.   It is a website guide "In pictures and English" to Shiga.  It is extensive and I highly recommend it to anyone interested in Shiga or traveling there.  (And http://photoguide.jp/ for all parts of Japan.)  But, on the website at least, no waterfalls to be found.
The owner of the website obviously knew all about Shiga so I contacted him and asked him if he knew of  any.  To his surprise, and mine that he admitted it, he replied back that he hadn't even thought about them!  He went to a bookstore and found a book published in 2010 that featured over 40 waterfalls in Shiga!  Bonanza to my way of thinking.
(I will detail the waterfall adventures in another post.)
After much emailing and scheduling I was amazed to find myself meeting Philbert Ono for a day of exploring Konan, St. Johns Michigan's Friendship City.  (St. Johns is 8 miles from Ovid - the nearest city).

Here is a recap of part of the day:
- Left JR Kusatsu Station 8:59 am on the JR Kusatsu Line. 
- Arrived Mikumo Station in Konan at 9:19 am.
- Took a taxi from Mikumo Station to Mikumo 
Fudo-no-taki Waterfall. 
In the waterfall book, this is Waterfall No. 14 
on page 97.
- Took a taxi from the waterfall to Konki Senshoku 
indigo dyeing 
factory for tie-dyeing a handkerchief.
Konki Senshoku Indigo Factory
Shop front with beautiful pot-grown iris
I was still trying to find out about indigo so when he mentioned the possibility of going to a traditional shop and actually dyeing something, I was excited!  I use indigo a lot in my prints and something I really wanted to know more about.
I learned that indigo is a plant.  This photo shows plants only days old.  The proprietor crushed a young leaf in his fingers until his fingers turned blue!
Photos of growing and harvesting indigo.
It is cut when about 18" high and dried.
It is crushed and then "cooked" or fermented.  He told us it took him 9 years to learn about indigo from his father.  He spent the first 3 years just watching.  Only after 9 years was he allowed to be on his own.

I was given a white handkerchief to wrap however I wished with rubber bands and string.  He attached the string that I would hang on to while dipping it.

(There are more pictures and a video I am trying to paste in here.)
The finished product!

A GORGEOUS vat of indigo!
The shop and showroom.
The back story:
As I mentioned, this man apprenticed for 9 years.  He is now 78 and the last traditional indigo maker in the region.  There is no apprentice to him - no one to take over the shop or, more importantly, the knowledge.  What a treasure this man is.  Phil spent quite a bit of time doing a video interview about him and his work. It will be an important work as time goes on and I was happy to be there with him to hear the story.

Oh, Indigo! part 1

After the IMHC I traveled to Tokushima, on the island of Shikoku and then back to the mainland to several cities in Shiga Prefecture.
My going to Tokushima came about because of my quest for waterfalls in Japan.  I contacted Matt after his blog came up in my Google search.  He generously offered to take me to some.  (I will write about the waterfalls and experience with them in another post.)  After many emails it was arranged that I would stay at his girlfriend Jodi's apartment for two days.  Matt and Jodi are both school teachers - he from Australia and she from Ontario, Canada.  They were free on Sunday but had to teach on Monday, leaving me free to explore.  I knew I wanted to find out more about the indigo that Tokushima is very famous for - maybe visit a shop where it is made if possible.
Tokushima is Saginaw Michigan's Sister City.  There is a tea house and Japanese Cultural Center in Saginaw with beautiful gardens.  After attending the 25th anniversary of the Tea House in May, I learned more about Tokushima from visiting dignitaries and that Saginaw had given a gazebo to the city that was in a park on Mt. Bizan.  I was looking forward to my visit.
Saginaw Gazebo
Mt. Bizan in Tokushima is accessed by a cable car - the Bt. Bizan ropeway. The views are stunning on the quick ride up - or down. 

View of Tokoshima

I met a wonderful Japanese family on the way up who asked me why I was there and we took pictures of each other. 
 





I walked around the park for a couple hours........


........after heeding the warning sign that I really didn't want to know more about but understood perfectly without any interpreter!  
On my way back down I was in the cable car with 2 Japanese women.  One of them, again, asked me where I was from and why I was there. She then told me that she was a Presbyterian Pastor.  I told her that my father has been a church organist for over 60 years - which she found very exciting.  She asked me if I knew the 2 things Tokushima was famous for - the Awa Odori dance and indigo.  I was familiar with both and told her that I was trying to find where I could find out more about indigo besides the gift shop items.  Was there somewhere nearby that made it?  
As we got to the end of the ride down she asked me if I could meet her back there at 3:30 in the afternoon.  I could and so we agreed to meet - with me thinking she was going to tell me more about indigo and point me in the direction of a shop in the area.
At 3:30 Rev. Kimiko Okada pulled up in her car and said, "Get in, get in!"  I don't usually get in strangers cars but I figured:
1. she said she was a pastor, and 
2. I was way bigger than her!
We went to her church where she showed me around and then played the organ for me.

The Church of Christ in Japan - Tokushima











Then she hurried me out and said that as soon as she had left me at Mt. Bizan, she had called a member of her congregation who was a traditional indigo artist - and that we were on our way to her home right now!




I couldn't believe it!  This was very exciting and something I could never have planned or imagined.


Eiko, Me, Rev. Kimiko
I wish I could tell you this wonderful and talented woman's name, which I think was Eiko, but I didn't write it down.  (I have written to Rev. Kimiko and will post it as soon as I find it out.)  She spoke no English so everything had to be interpreted between us.  She showed me wall hangings, purses, screens and more that she had made.  We talked about indigo and her art and how she makes it and then we talked about moku hanga, about how I use indigo a lot in my prints and how I make them.  We found we could understand each other even if we didn't speak each other's language.  Art is a universal language!

Her very happy husband came in and served us tea and as we were drinking, Eiko jumped up and whipped something off the wall and thrust it at me saying, "present, present!".  I had no idea what she was doing and Rev. Kimiko got very somber and quiet as she explained.  Eiko's mother was a traditional koto musician.
Koto performers - Saginaw

She was now in her 90's and in the hospital.  "She had many beautiful kimono's that she wore for performances all over Japan and will never wear them again.  This was an obi from one of her kimono's.  She is giving it to you as a present because God had us meet today and sent you to her."


Obi
I have not been told that God had sent me to someone before.  It was a humbling thought, to say the least.  I do know that in preparing for my trip to Japan my prayers were to be fearless.  I was traveling alone, had never flown overseas, didn't know anyone where I was going except by email.  I wanted to be open to new experiences and people.  

This is just one of many times over the course of my time in Japan that having an open and fearless heart led me to an experience I otherwise would have missed.  If I had stuck to a "tourist itinerary" instead and done the expected and safe things, I never would have met either of these two ladies.  I never would have been invited into a church or a home with such hospitality and I certainly would not have come home with an obi with such a story attached.
Obi detail
And it's the stories and the people that filled me.  The things I brought home were never as important as the experiences.


Lessons from IMHC 2011 and Visiting Japan


I have had some time to get over the jet lag of the return trip from Japan and to think about the lessons learned from the First International Moku Hanga Conference and the additional 10 days I spent exploring Japan.

Traveling to Japan
As a conservationist and environmental artist, I was concerned about the impact that the March earthquake, tsunami and nuclear disaster had on the conference, the people of Shiga prefecture (Michigan's Sister State), Kyoto and the environment. It seemed to me that the best way to support the living was to follow through with my plans to go to Japan. I was dis-couraged about going by many well meaning friends and family, which is understandable. But, as was pointed out to me over and over again in Japan, it was over. Life was going on. I was told many times to encourage everyone I knew to come to Japan. The impression in the U.S. was that the whole of Japan was affected by the nuclear disaster. But that is like saying the the whole of Pennsylvania and the east coast was rendered unlivable after the 1979 Three Mile Island nuclear meltdown.

I saw and felt the deep, deep sorrow among the local Japanese people that I met about the thousands of lives lost. The economic fallout from people changing travel plans, from business lost - the domino effect will be ongoing. The environmental impact is incalculable at this point.
But to everyone who reads this............GO! The warmth and generosity of the Japanese is unparalleled. You will be welcomed! It is safe! The food, lodging, sights, sounds, people are rich in flavor, texture, personality and hope. Go! Enjoy!

1st International Moku Hanga Conference
I'll just preface this by saying - I can't wait for the next one!

People first - I was so happy to meet the real people that I have only know through forums, print exchanges and emails: Annie Bissett, Andrew Stone, Jan Telfer, Florence Neal, Preston Lawing, George Jarvis.
To be in the same room with the authors of my printmaking textbook, The Art and Craft of Woodblock Printmaking, Kari Laitinen and Tuula Moilanen, let alone get to know them as colleagues, was, as I explained to my tool collecting husband, like meeting the inventors of the screwdriver!
I was able to meet and get to know artists that I have admired: Karen Kunc, April Vollmer, Paul Furneaux; innovators in the printmaking world: Richard Steiner, founder of the Kyoto International Woodblock Association and Susan Rostow, inventor of Akua Kolor; printmaking instructors from around the world: Michael Schneider, artist & professor at the University of Austria, Vienna; Seiichiro Miida, artist & professor at Tokyo University of the Arts; Bess Frimodig of the University of West England, Bristol; Keiko Hara, artist and Professor of Art Emeritus at Whitman College, Washington.

The demonstrations, workshops and presentations opened my eyes to the history, complexity and commitment to the art of moku hanga. I came away with the absolute certainty that we, as a group, are determined and resourceful; generous with instruction and encouragement.

One lesson that I learned was that as a moku hanga printmaker, the tools, paper and techniques that I use and love are "endangered". If there was a list of endangered art forms as there is with animals, moku hanga would be at the top.

THE most important lesson I learned was that the spiritual feeling that I personally have as I create a print is shared by moku hanga artists now and through-out history. It is something hard to express. But we know it. And I have found that people viewing my prints know it too. They describe a peacefulness, a depth of meaning and a meditative feeling that comes over them.

My friend Annie Bissett, who I spent so much time with outside of the conference and at the same workshops and presentations, has expressed it so eloquently that I won't even try. I will quote her, (with my changes in gray ink) and also refer you to her wonderful blog, Woodblock Dreams.

"..........a carver named Hiroshi Fujisawa was demonstrating traditional carving. Fujisawa san is a professional carver who works in a home-based workshop in Kyoto. He was an apprentice beginning at age 16 to master carver Kikuta Kojiro and has now been carving for over 50 years. He is said to be one of the best carvers in Japan.

By the time I made it over to Fujisawa san's demonstration, he had finished carving and was giving a talk about how his study of Buddhism informs his work. In his talk he used the words kokoro (心) meaning heart/mind/spirit and kuuki (空気) which means atmosphere/mood/tone. He spoke about the importance and the difficulty of representing these qualities, the heart of the artist and the tone of a place, in a print.

As he spoke, I thought about the "kokoro" and "kuuki" in my own work. I thought about how I've been using mokuhanga to express my thoughts and feelings (kokoro) about Michigan, it's waters, environment and threatened beauty and wildness. I thought about how I often surround myself with the music of nature sounds and books and photographs about Michigan and water in an attempt to create the "kuuki" of a time and place in my studio while I work. I've always felt that somehow those feelings and songs and words and ideas that I'm immersed in, the emotional/mental/spiritual energy I use to create my work, become embedded within it and are readable by the viewer, however subtly.

It seemed to me that Fujisawa san was saying that something inherent in mokuhanga allows these invisible and ineffable qualities to be expressed, that something about the method itself allows this process of embedment to occur. My answer to what it is about mokuhanga that allows these ineffable qualities to appear would be the following list.


- The slowness of the method allows (or forces) one to go deeply into the work.

- The tradition and history attached to the techniques and tools give them an almost ritualistic quality.

- The deconstruction of an image required in separating the colors onto different pieces of wood and then putting them back together into a new form offers many opportunities for the artist to react and respond to the materials in the process, embedding new decisions in the "memory" of the printed image.

- A woodblock artist uses her whole body to make the work. There is a very physical wrestling with the resistance of the wood in order to carve an image, and printing with a baren instead of a press also requires a lot of physical energy. The artist's body is part of the print."

For you to see into my soul and how I feel about the waters and landscapes of our precious world is what keeps me going. My faith in and respect for the Creator and the creation, the using of former living things - the kozo (mulberry plant) of the paper, the wood that I carve - and asking them......pressing them, to give of themselves again to draw you in to a moment or a place - that is moku hanga to me.

First Photos


Annie Bissett and me in front of
Kiyomizudera Temple

Yoshimizu Inn in the hills above Maruyama Park

The garden outside my room.

My futon is very comfortable!

I know this is weird but so was the toilet. I still don't know how do use the buttons. I think one of them launches the Space Shuttle and I just don't want to be responsible.

Greetings from Japan!

Hello everyone. I have arrived in Japan for the IMHC in Kyoto. My first time to Japan. I had the great fortune to be sitting across the isle from April Vollmer all the way from Seattle to Osaka. Also with us was Susan Rostow, the inventor of Akua Kolor!
Japan is gorgeous and you should all come! I am in a ryokan (bead and breakfast type inn) in the hills of Kyoto surrounded by a bamboo forest above and Maruyama Park below. I have a futon I lay out on the floor to sleep which for me is rather like how we camp anyway. And I have wi-fi! Yeah!
At breakfast I met a family who were in town from Kochi, Shikoku. He is a paper maker and was here to learn how to make his tools - the screens. He said that it is a dying art and harder to find so he has to learn it. He is not a generational family of paper makers. When I asked him why he decided to make paper then, he said he saw it made he felt inside that he must make paper. I understand that feeling - it is why I do moku hanga.
Yesterday I met Annie Bissett for the first time. She and her friend from Tokyo came and met me for a tour of several temples. We walked on the famous "nightingale" floors which really do sound like birds singing! It was amazing.
It is very humid and hot - reminded me of our Michigan summer.
I will post pictures later.