“All I had to do and could do was to paint as I like, but somehow I made myself believe that I had to back it up with logics and theories. And I was over-reacting because I couldn’t.
What is beauty? I don’t think I can ever box that into a definition. Whether what has been manifested is worth being called beautiful or not depends on how I receive it, reflecting on it through my senses. If that is the case, though, then there should be plenty of beautiful in this world.”
In memory of Anno Mitsumasa, who painted everyday beauty in everyday corner of the world. Nothing shouty, almost like a still picture from a moment in life, but the beauty caught through his steady and warm eyes always speaks fresh to me.
「黙って好きなように描いていればいいのに、理論武装ができていなければ腰が引けると、過剰に反応していたのだ。美とは何か。どうも定義のかたちではいえそうにない。表されたものが美というに値するかどうか、あとから自分の感性に照らして感じ取るほかはない。それならば、美しいものは山ほどある。」
安野光雅さん。享年94歳。
こんな、何気ない日常の美しさを絵にしてくれた。
感謝を込めて。
Crossing Point 