The great wave

The Great Wave off Kanagawa is a famous woodblock print made by Japanese ukiyo-e painter and printmaker of the Edo period, Katsushika Hokusai(1760–May 10, 1849). He is best known by his work, Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji (1826–33) which is both a response to a domestic travel boom and a part of a personal obsession with Mount Fuji. Certainly most famous print from this series is a so called Great Wave or simply The Wave which I am offering here to enyoj and I suggest you to visit this web page (  where you can find  a lot more work from this great master of Japanese art.

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Ten Bulls – Ten delightful wood prints

Sailing the web I came across this simple but delightful illustrations of ancient Zen poems. The bull represent self-awareness and Ten Bulls reflects on the stages of personal growth and discovery that we experience as we impart upon the journey of self-awareness.

The poems and wood prints were done by Chinese Zen master Kuòān Shīyuǎn in the 12th century and each picture is accompanied by commentary in prose and verse

I. The Search for the Bull

In the pasture of this world, I endlessly push aside the tall grasses in search of the bull.
Following unnamed rivers, lost upon the interpenetrating paths of distant mountains,
My strength failing and my vitality exhausted, I cannot find the bull.
I only hear the locusts chirring through the forest at night.

Comment: The bull never has been lost. What need is there to search? Only because of separation from my true nature, I fail to find him. In the confusion of the senses I lose even his tracks. Far from home, I see many crossroads, but which way is the right one I know not. Greed and fear, good and bad, entangle me.

II. Discovering the Footprints

Along the riverbank under the trees, I discover footprints! 
Even under the fragrant grass I see his prints. 
Deep in remote mountains they are found. 
These traces no more can be hidden than one’s nose, looking heavenward. 

Comment: Understanding the teaching, I see the footprints of the bull. Then I learn that, just as many utensils are made from one metal, so too are myriad entities made of the fabric of self. Unless I discriminate, how will I perceive the true from the untrue? Not yet having entered the gate, nevertheless I have discerned the path.

III. Perceiving the Bull

I hear the song of the nightingale. 
The sun is warm, the wind is mild, willows are green along the shore, 
Here no bull can hide! 
What artist can draw that massive head, those majestic horns? 

Comment: When one hears the voice, one can sense its source. As soon as the six senses merge, the gate is entered. Wherever one enters one sees the head of the bull! This unity is like salt in water, like color in dyestuff. The slightest thing is
not apart from self.

IV. Catching the Bull

I seize him with a terrific struggle. 
His great will and power are inexhaustible. 
He charges to the high plateau far above the cloud-mists, 
Or in an impenetrable ravine he stands. 

Comment: He dwelt in the forest a long time, but I caught him today! Infatuation for scenery interferes with his direction. Longing for sweeter grass, he wanders away. His mind still is stubborn and unbridled. If I wish him to submit, I must raise my whip.

V. Taming the Bull

The whip and rope are necessary, 
Else he might stray off down some dusty road. 
Being well trained, he becomes naturally gentle. 
Then, unfettered, he obeys his master. 

Comment: When one thought arises, another thought follows. When the first thought springs from enlightenment, all subsequent thoughts are true. Through delusion, one makes everything untrue. Delusion is not caused by objectivity; it is the result of subjectivity. Hold the nose-ring tight and do not allow even a doubt.

VI. Riding the Bull Home

Mounting the bull, slowly I return homeward. 
The voice of my flute intones through the evening. 
Measuring with hand-beats the pulsating harmony, I direct the endless rhythm. 
Whoever hears this melody will join me. 

Comment: This struggle is over; gain and loss are assimilated. I sing the song of the village woodsman, and play the tunes of the children. Astride the bull, I observe the clouds above. Onward I go, no matter who may wish to call me back.

VII. The Bull Transcended

Astride the bull, I reach home. 
I am serene. The bull too can rest. 
The dawn has come. In blissful repose, 
Within my thatched dwelling I have abandoned the whip and rope. 

Comment: All is one law, not two. We only make the bull a temporary subject. It is as the relation of rabbit and trap, of fish and net. It is as gold and dross, or the moon emerging from a cloud. One path of clear light travels on throughout endless time.

VIII. Both Bull and Self Transcended

Whip, rope, person, and bull — all merge in No-Thing. 
This heaven is so vast no message can stain it. 
How may a snowflake exist in a raging fire? 
Here are the footprints of the patriarchs.

Comment: Mediocrity is gone. Mind is clear of limitation. I seek no state of enlightenment. Neither do I remain where no enlightenment exists. Since I linger in neither condition, eyes cannot see me. If hundreds of birds strew my path with flowers, such praise would be meaningless.

IX. Reaching the Source

Too many steps have been taken returning to the root and the source. 
Better to have been blind and deaf from the beginning! 
Dwelling in one’s true abode, unconcerned with that without — 
The river flows tranquilly on and the flowers are red.

Comment: From the beginning, truth is clear. Poised in silence, I observe the forms of integration and disintegration. One who is not attached to “form” need not be “reformed.” The water is emerald, the mountain is indigo, and I see that which is creating and that which is destroying.

X. In the World

Barefooted and naked of breast, I mingle with the people of the world. 
My clothes are ragged and dust-laden, and I am ever blissful. 
I use no magic to extend my life; 
Now, before me, the dead trees become alive.

Comment: Inside my gate, a thousand sages do not know me. The beauty of my garden is invisible. Why should one search for the footprints of the patriarchs? I go to the market place with my wine bottle and return home with my staff. I visit the wineshop and the market, and everyone I look upon becomes enlightened.

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Manolo Fuster Monzó

Amazing works made with pen and ink by Valencias painter Manolo Fuster who died recently in Habana – Cuba where he lived and worked since year 2004. You can fin more information and works on

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The Way Things Go

The Way Things Go (German: Der Lauf der Dinge) a 1987 art film by the Swiss artist duo Peter Fischli and David Weiss.

Definitely one of immortal classics of video art.

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Russia in color, a century ago

On this page you can find breathtaking color photographs of Russia 100 years ago. The photos are done by photographer Sergei Mikhailovich Prokudin-Gorskii (1863-1944). He used special camera using red, green and blue filters and combining the shots in later process giving us magically vivid glimpse into the life in Russian Empire 100 years ago as if it would be yesterday.

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Where they draw

Interesting blog showing the studios of some artists.

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Edward Sorel: Nice Work If You Can Get It

Here I am posting a link to Vimeo site where you can see nice 20 minute documentary about Edward Sorel, cartoonist, illustrator and great drawer. The documentary speaks about his work, technique and about search for your own stile.

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