I came to Japan a month after Kobe’s Earthquake. March
1995. At the Gallery Nakai, in Kyoto, where I was having exhibition, a visitor was
invited to have tea with me. He was introduced to me as an Artist who survived
the Kobe disaster. He told me that his hands are still trembling, but when
he hold a pencil or a brush, drawing and painting, the shakes subside. Dark
buildings along the horizon, colorful sky, like the spectrum of light he
saw when the earth was trembling.