"Let's meet at the JR station at Shinjuku around 11 a.m." we agreed upon text as I had the morning free to myself. I took the train to Kudanshita with the motive to visit the calligraphy store that had one... Continue Reading →
A hunch, an inexplicable push, and here I was after four long years. The rustic smell of the Chinese ink promulgated in the air, tinting it with the traditional feel from the distant past.
Returning to writing Chinese calligraphy after four long years. This is quaint, almost feeling like I am back home. Feels, regrets, but no turning my back against calligraphy anymore.