Chawan shot : the new born mountain
The new born mountain On a dark glaze screen, a moss of white rock has invaded the tea bowl. The mountain is getting back what is rightfully hers. Extracting itself from the shadows, she is still fizzling. Her shape is unclear and diluted like a cloud. She barely outcrop. Crimson gleams shimmer under the surface, where the earth has yet to be opened. It is a great privilege to hold a mountain in her youth and to drink from her bosom the first sprouts of tea. Black Oribe chawan by Sasaki Kyoshitsu II