Tag: japanese ink

Enso-Mandala-Womb

Last weekend I was one of 25 participants in a calligraphy intensive day with Tirza Paytan-Sela. I was practicing the Enso; When you paint-draw an Enso, you do it from left up-words and then down. Usually the heavy part of ink is at the start. Somehow, this whole day the weight was at the end of each Enso. The […]

Taming the Ox and Avraham Ofek

The year of the ox, 2010, was celebrated by a a weekend seminar with my calligraphy group near Caesarea beach. We learned the ancient Chinese story Taming the Ox. As we practiced the ancient sign, I surprisingly recalled the ox as part of the first Hebrew letter – Alef – א It is derived from the word Alef, meaning the first, […]

Enso – Mandala

Enso and  Mandala are closely related in my mind. These are some visual examples how I grasp the two terms; I see them as a blue print of our consciousness. They  overlap, enrich, contradict and merge through  cultures. The pictures are from Kyoto and Istanbul.   Ink bowl at a Kitano Shrine, August 2011   Ψ Enso -Mandala […]

Leaf and idols

I wrote: leaf, leaf leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf leaf, leaf,leaf, leaf leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf, leaf leaf, leaf,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, As idol imerged: idol, idol, idol, idol, idol, idol, idol, idol, idol, […]

The secrets of Kyoto 2/7 – Taxi

The first clue of Kyoto’s secrets was presented to me at the taxi from the Kansai Airport to Sensei’s home. The thin monk who sat next to me wore a beautiful simple brown cloak and had a big worn-out leather school-bag. He seemed amused to hear how a Mediterranean; Hebrew speaking artist, is interested in Japanese […]

Reading Writing

I was eager to learn to read and write. I prepared myself an office; I collected into a show box, notes and papers I found around our home, and wrote on them small signs and pictures. I would read it to myself out loud, sailing in a different legend each time. Bending down above my […]

The Phoenicians

Since childhood, the Phoenicians filled my imagination. I admired their courage rowing in tilting wooden boats in starry nights- miraculously finding their way. They could read the stars as I did the alphabet. Later, I learned that the Hebrew sacred 22 letters- actually derive from Phoenician. When I was four years old, my father sat […]