On a misty afternoon nine years ago, I was on a tour of the Bamboo Forest in Kyoto with my mom when I noticed an old man selling the most lovely postcards of Japanese landscapes. We veered away from our tour to peruse the postcards. The old man was very friendly but spoke no English, yet somehow he was able to communicate to us that he was actually the artist and showed us a small original painting and the small calligraphy brush he used to create his work. I was immediately enamored of his artwork. Each seemed painstakingly created with the smallest, most gentle brushes of color. I was also drawn by the joyful spirit of the man who created them. He seemed sincerely thrilled that we liked his postcards. He told us his name was Kinji Nakamura.
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| A picture of our first meeting. |
