Yesterday, I found a sketchbook that I had bought on December 26th, 2001, in Hokkaido, Japan. During that first year of ever working in Japan, I had flown to Hokkaido for Christmas with four other teachers. While my friends were skiing the slopes of powder snow, I had wandered the streets by myself and purchased this sketchbook and some art supplies. Upon opening the sketchbook, these are the sketches I found. All flowers.
Flowers germinate, grow, blossom, wilt then die. How long they persist and whether they are ever appreciated during their brief life, is maybe a matter of chance, a stroke of circumstance, the luck of their geography, season and location. I am intrigued by this process. Would a flower’s journey mirror our own human life?
In viewing these drawings, I am reminded of a phrase I once read, “The difference between a flower and a weed is a judgment.” Sometimes, it is only our own judgment that decides a certain thing to be so.What do you see your life as a reflection of?