KOTO-IN

Strolling in Kyoto – I took with me a few cards I had left from the moon-viewing event at Ohara. I photographed the image in my most loved gardens. For a short while I was one with the surrounding. I made a mark.  At Koto-in, a Japanese couple were curious enough to ask me what I was doing.  I gave them the […]

Ryoan-ji

  It was raining heavily on a cold November morning in Kyoto. I took a chariot to The Zen Garden. I brought a Mediterranean moon with me.   Vessels, Memory and Oblivion , Mending Tools     

Vessels

I was the first guest early autumn morning and at the Ryoanji Zen garden. My hands reached for the sketchbook, opening it on my lap. I witnessed my right hand drawing thin pen lines on a white page – that turned out  to be stones.   An image of a frail soul glided from the […]

Kyoto Haiku, 2014

Walking in the shade of the eaves- I recieve a single haiku   Mitsu Suzuki The secrets of kyoto 2, 3, 4 , 5, 6,  7

Kyoto Haiku, 2014

Walking this path- I choose one patch of sunlight after another   Mitsu Suzuki The secrets of kyoto 2, 3, 4 , 5, 6,  7

Be my Guest: Ginkakuji Gardner

  At spring 2009, I was following the gentle path leading the small hill of Ginkakuji. I was photographing fragments of the fence since I noticed how the tiny bamboo cups were filled with rain, and therefor reflect the tree and sky above them. From fragments like this one, I made a video called Offering. This […]

What is this blog about?

  My first memory of collecting and organizing knowledge is from the age of six. In a new notebook, I wrote all I knew about my ancestors and the pyramids. Since it felt important, I buried it in the courtyard for people of the future to find and know what happened here. I probably still […]

Euclid diagrams in Greece

As I strolled in Kyoto Zen gardens during the summer of 2011, I found Euclid everywhere helping me anchor. It was tremendously hot and humid even for me coming from the Mediterranean. There were almost no tourists, and I felt out standing. Unexpectedly, Japanese approached me and wanted to talk; They shared the nuclear disaster. […]