At a certain point on the earth, one man began to release energy, fraught with an intense impulse, into the ground.
Before long, the man was felling trees and piercing the hard earth.
The hole, expanding little by little, steadily, was, from the perspective of the Earth, a hole so small it didn’t even amount to a pockmark.
Without resting his hands, the man immersed himself silently in his work.
—Is this truly the path I should be taking?
He repeated the question to himself, and in doing so, continued to dig up the earth.
Eventually, the tiny, tiny pockmark swelled up, becoming a pustule.
Inside this pustule, created by joining brick arches, objects born from the man's hands were packed one after another.
Born from the repetition of input and output, these things
filled the cavernous void and occupied the space.
Soon, a fire is lit in the filled space.
Just as the Earth begins to find the heat of the pustule burdensome, the man is there, silently tossing in split wood under a night sky that looks like ink has been scattered across it.
Did that flame scorch the Earth?
Or did it simply end after illuminating the night sky for a brief moment?
One man drifts to a wasteland in the mountains, digs a hole, constructs an arch, and lights a fire.
The back of the man, digging silently into the ground, looked somehow joyful.
It was as if a child had found the ultimate playground.
Yoshinobu Morimoto-sensei’s new kiln is complete.
For this inaugural firing, we will be selling rice bowls and tea cups exclusive to our shop.
These are special, one-time-only items to commemorate the kiln's construction.
The pieces are still waiting for the heat to cool inside the kiln,
but I am truly looking forward to the unloading.
I hope to get them to you as soon as possible, so please look forward to them.
Tel 0869-67-2210 Fax 0869-67-2220
Email to Kawaguchi Tourakuen
Before long, the man was felling trees and piercing the hard earth.
The hole, expanding little by little, steadily, was, from the perspective of the Earth, a hole so small it didn’t even amount to a pockmark.
Without resting his hands, the man immersed himself silently in his work.
—Is this truly the path I should be taking?
He repeated the question to himself, and in doing so, continued to dig up the earth.
Eventually, the tiny, tiny pockmark swelled up, becoming a pustule.
Inside this pustule, created by joining brick arches, objects born from the man's hands were packed one after another.
Born from the repetition of input and output, these things
filled the cavernous void and occupied the space.
Soon, a fire is lit in the filled space.
Just as the Earth begins to find the heat of the pustule burdensome, the man is there, silently tossing in split wood under a night sky that looks like ink has been scattered across it.
Did that flame scorch the Earth?
Or did it simply end after illuminating the night sky for a brief moment?
One man drifts to a wasteland in the mountains, digs a hole, constructs an arch, and lights a fire.
The back of the man, digging silently into the ground, looked somehow joyful.
It was as if a child had found the ultimate playground.
Yoshinobu Morimoto-sensei’s new kiln is complete.
For this inaugural firing, we will be selling rice bowls and tea cups exclusive to our shop.
These are special, one-time-only items to commemorate the kiln's construction.
The pieces are still waiting for the heat to cool inside the kiln,
but I am truly looking forward to the unloading.
I hope to get them to you as soon as possible, so please look forward to them.
Tel 0869-67-2210 Fax 0869-67-2220
Email to Kawaguchi Tourakuen