Tag ink wash painting

Silent, yet present, the frog sitting by the alpine marsh.

The chillness of feather-preening in the morning sun.

The distant sound of summer thunder, gilded in blue.

Every age has its beauty.

Even walls can become the colours that light your path.

See the wispy voice of spring thunder.

New works on display in Tokyo

From the contrast of rounded berry shapes to a leaf’s prickly edges, we are always attracted to opposites.