Iwate
Quiet fields, steady hands.
Where wind teaches patience and light returns softly.
Prelude — Kenji Miyazawa
雨ニモマケズ、風ニモマケズ
雪ニモ夏ノ暑サニモマケヌ
丈夫ナカラダヲモチ
慾ハナク
決シテ瞋ラズ
イツモシヅカニワラッテヰル
A humble wish to live gently and steadily — as weather passes and light returns.
Coming soon: stories of lacquer, iron, and cloth — quiet works shaped by rhythm, patience, and the seasons of Iwate.
Lacquer — Nushi
In this northern land,
sap sleeps beneath quiet bark,
drinking years of wind and snow.
Hands wake it gently —
not hurried, never forced —
layer by layer, like slow moonlight
brushed across a night’s surface.
Urushi is time, made visible.
Warmth held in gloss,
traces of human patience
held forever in the dark.
A craft that does not shout —
but deepens, silently.