as a young student, i often wrote chinese characters in sumi ink. i loved the nervous, precarious feeling of sitting before an empty white page, the moment just before my brush touched the paper. i was always excited to see the unique result of each new brushing...remembering those childhood moments, of ink and empty page, i fashioned a large 'brush' and bucket of ink. i get the same feeling, a precarious nervous excitement, as i stand before the empty studio space. each stroke is unique, ephemeral...i know something fantastic is happening, "a decisive moment", but i can't fully understand the event until I look at these captured afterimages, these paintings in the sky...

kusho
by artist + photographer shinichi maruyama

{via illusion 360}