It's the time of year when I feel an almost painful longing for Japan. In the face of all that I have to do, and don't want to do, I took an hour to burn incense from Kyoto, play music from the Oki islands, and sketch. Then I sailed away on this persimmon over swirling stone gardens and bowls of green tea.
This persimmon is made of orange cloth attached to a real stem. I bought it at a flea market in Kyoto from an old lady who was making them under bright red leaves.
