
The Old Monk’s Death
It was a sunny winter day in Baghdad by the Bay / When the one who was called Shu-un Mitsuzen / floated up from his bed in the dying room… Continue reading The Old Monk’s Death
It was a sunny winter day in Baghdad by the Bay / When the one who was called Shu-un Mitsuzen / floated up from his bed in the dying room… Continue reading The Old Monk’s Death
A new sheet of paper. You are pristine, unmarked, no stains, no folds, no wrinkles, no lines of any kind. This fresh sheet of drawing paper, a sheet of soft white Stonehenge paper. Full size or trimmed to a desired size or even a small scrap, you are all the same. Perfect sheets of paper. The touch of a new sheet is thrilling . . . Continue reading A New Sheet of Paper