Showing posts with label water. Show all posts
Showing posts with label water. Show all posts

Friday, May 30, 2014

more bookish inspiration (gilead)



It's a risky thing to recommend a book to someone you don't know very well, especially with assurances that they will "love it." But a Facebook friend did just that when she sent me a copy of the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel Gilead by Marilynne Robinson.

I had never heard of the book-- or the author. But my friend was right. The book was full of delicious passages, each holding the kernel of an etegami. Here are two of the results. Gilead has many more passages waiting to be illustrated, but I'm already on my third new book since finishing it, and I must move on because life is short.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

grateful

Yes, even in Hokkaido, where we have snow for six months of the year, this summer has been hot and humid beyond enduring. It hasn't been as bad as the rest of Japan, I admit, but we are much less used to this sort of thing, so I'm convinced we're more miserable than they are. Besides, most of us in Hokkaido don't have air conditioning. Okay, enough complaining....  I painted this one for an etegami call on the topic "gratitude." Thanks to Hokkaido's abundant snow, we have never had a water shortage. I am so very, very grateful for that.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

illustration friday (water)

Mizuko (literally: water child) are unborn babies that have died as a result of miscarriage, stillbirth, or abortion. Mizuko kuyō is a Japanese Buddhistic* memorial rite practiced for the peace of the souls of these babies. The reasons many people in Japan request this rite may include parental grief, desire to comfort the baby's soul, or fear of retribution from the baby's spirit.

The mizuko are often represented by small stone statues of Jizo (the guardian of children and travelers), accessorized with various bits of clothing and toys. These commonly include bibs, caps, and pinwheels to keep the souls warm and entertained. Bibs and caps will often be red, perhaps because red looks warm, or perhaps because the Japanese word for red (aka) is part of the common Japanese word for baby (akachan).

If you live or travel in Japan, you are sure to have come across these stone statues along the roadside, in both urban and rural areas. They often sit alone under a small roofed shelter at a crossroad, but they can also be in groups of hundreds or thousands, especially in the courtyards of temples that specialize in Mizuko kuyō rites.

*the reason I call the rite "Buddhistic" rather than "Buddhist," is because there is some question as to its place in historical Buddhism.