Our show at STOREFRONT for Toshio Sasaki in 1982
Spring breaks with cool winds in Kyoto.
Here in my mountain home, Hieidaira, my body shakes with Parkinson’s, the bitter sweet truth that age brings.
Toshio was masculine genius, a sensitive individualist, unique in his perfection… a powerful artistic force. He lives, a radient jewel, tucked inside for reassurance.
In Spring we remember the flowers we have known and they again bloom… a quiet moment in our garden with the perfection of beauty, immortalised in memory, manifest in a bud.
Thinking of you Toshio,
wondering which collection of forms again could match your force, your unique truth in my life. Accepting your death as my own,
the perfection we call Spring.
Artasiamerican
His last major work (a proposal for the World Trade Center memorial)
March 31st 2007
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