This is an old still life, done probably 10 years ago, using the same technique of combining charcoal and watercolour on Hot Press watercolour paper as shown in my earlier post
This is a very private picture to me – it lives in a box I seldom open. I think I have used this razor for more than 15 years now. The green cup and bowl were hand made and glazed by my mother in law.
Every morning when I shave is the time I come to myself – “Are you really awake? Are you present and alive here right now? If you were shaving now on the morning before your execution, and then heard that you got a miraculous reprieve – would the remainder of this ordinary day feel different for you?”.
These are my intimate objects. On my better days, I use them with care. When I do that, I can feel – with every move of the razor – the universe move slightly:
The Position of the Sparrow (last verse) ... Because the whole is part, there's not a whole, Anywhere, that is not part. And all those happenings a billion years ago, Are happening now, all around us: time. Indeed this morning the sparrow hopped about In that nebulous whirlpool A million light years hence. And since the morning is void, Anything can be. Since mornings A billion years from now are nothingness, We can behold them. The sparrow stirs, The universe moves slightly. Shinkichi Takahashi, translated by Lucien Stryk in Zen Poetry: Let the Spring Breezes Enter
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