Morning sun directly shines in my studio built on the slope of a valley.
I have started making this year’s papers.
I always, always think
that papers are the outcome of plant fibers intertwined into a form of sheet.
By peeling the plant barks off
scraping, cooking, washing,
beating, soaking in water,
placing on a board,
a sheet is formed
then the plant starts growing new shoots again in spring to repeat the cycle
and keep on its life.
Flowing and riding with the rhythm of universe (four seasons)
The Earth goes around the sun
Continuing the rotation that is never the repetition of the same thing
That is the rhythm of universe
I think a tradition breaks off once
After it’s not practiced for two generations time