Yoshino 1977

Okumura Togyu's 'Yoshino' emerges as if painted in a dream, layer upon layer of delicate washes. I can almost feel him there, wrestling with the silk, trying to capture the ephemeral beauty of those blue and green mountains fading into mist. You know, it's funny, painting always feels like a tightrope walk between intention and accident, and looking at this, I wonder if he was searching for a way to evoke not just a landscape, but also a feeling. That dense olive green at the base– it's like a grounding force, right? And then the explosion of white blossoms in the foreground– that's where the eye wants to go, of course! This is what painting is: an ongoing conversation across generations of artists. We are forever borrowing and riffing off each other, and adding our own flavor to the mix.