The dots become a line
Mariko Tagami
The autumn equinox marks the official start of autumn
How are you all doing?
Countless red spider lilies blooming beside the rice fields
The Kagetsubi Autumn/ Winter Exhibition began on the autumn equinox
Thank you to everyone who came.
thank you very much.
This time too
Each person finds the perfect hat
To see them take me home with a smile
Both my husband and I were able to spend a very grateful time together.
The steamy cafe that was held on the first day was also bustling with activity.
It feels like a rich flow of energy.
The exhibition will continue until October 1st (Sunday).
Please come and visit us.
Even so, this is Utsushiki's fourth exhibition.
Kagetsuhi's husband, Dai-chan, seemed very relaxed in a good way.
While setting up the day before, we had time to do yoga with Mr. and Mrs. Ono and the other three of us to calm our bodies and minds.
This exhibition has so much space
"It might be the first time," my husband said.
Instead of focusing only on production, pay attention to other interests and concerns.
It is also important to incorporate space and play
That's what I felt when I looked at my husband.
I was usually nervous and had a lot of nerves going through my body.
There are changes in the mind and body
I felt simply happy to be able to create this space.
Seeing this, I felt something in myself.
Connecting what I have learned so far with my real-life experiences
It feels like the dots of the distant past are connecting with the present.
At that time, Kaorin had previously
In a diary titled "When the dots connect"
"The idea of doing yoga is becoming more and more prominent."
It was written,
Suddenly, I remembered
I felt a tingling sensation inside, thinking that this might be the sensation I was feeling.
My heart was suddenly moved.
One of the dots in Kaorin
It resonates with us and is connected to the present.
It sounds a bit grandiose to say that all the dots were connected.
Everyone is connected to our ancestors
When I think that we are alive because of a series of dots called life,
Each and every dot seems so familiar to me.
The season when the fresh winds of autumn blow
A week of connecting new dots.
