We live in a box of Jewels. Proof .
A macro shot of a spider lily petal, and,
the first of the “Spider Lily Red” dresses, close detail of the front panel, almost there, how it looked this afternoon.
(Jizou: a Buddhist rock statue, its humble presence usually found on roadside, in a corner of a temple, as a requiem for departed, an aid for suffering.)
Best jizous I’ve ever seen live in my neighborhood. Their stone-made presence weighs of the spirit. I sit and ponder on their shrine’s faded wooden verandah. So lucky, ain’t I. Then I glance over, their expression exudes. Surely honey, indeed, and that is quite so with everybody. Lucky, everyone, in ways no one else can know.
Carved, most probably by a monk on pilgrimage, he won it within himself, to let it speak through the simplest of lines. You ought to know simple is hard, creativity brutal, what you got inside, turns up regardless. That’s quite alright they say, they are the best jizous I’ve ever seen.
Red of the lilies around them somehow look the deepest. Someone who knew, once stood here. I think of the monk, the time he lived long since past, chiseling in bold, determined strikes, what he conveyed a timeless truth. Walking back to my car I find, in a bouquet of my favorite lilies, a glimpse of my own lucky bouncing in my arms.
All photos were taken on last Sunday of September 2016, at a location, best remain undisclosed, where I regularly raise a cup to our individual luckies.
On September 4th, noctilucas visited the bay I frequent. Just a few days after New Moon. I hid from LED street lights and watched for hours, the waves, broke with neon blue contours.
One other time I saw them, it was on a ripple-less shore, on one of the tiny islands of Seto. I was very young, three, four, maybe five. The glowing blue edge of the warm, still water, the way I felt that night. I remember, as if, I was alone with the sea.
In progress: “Spider Lily Red”, acid dye on silk. The top is the Lily, the inspiration, back to blossom for the next couple of weeks.