The photo shows one of the many collaborated works with my late mother. The two big letters “lily” were by my mother and I added my haiku about white lilies. The flower shop I went to today didn’t carry white ones. My entrance is filled with the strong, sweet fragrance characteristic of the flowers now.
“Write your own poems” said my second calligraphy teacher. Then immediately I thought I could never write haiku’s or tanka’s. Later, however, I had a second thought that copyright issues will never bother me as far as I choose my own poems as motifs for my calligraphic works.
The first half of the piece is my tanka about my mother’s joy and gratitude when she saw the beauty of the Venus and the moon shining close to each other that we saw while taking a wheel chair walk in one evening; the latter half is my haiku which I wrote about my fancy afterward that we flew in the evening sky together.
I found this one, the very first collaboration with my late mother and myself while I was putting her calligraphy in order. I asked her to write an Ensō and then I wrote a passage from Tao Te Ching on it. It was for my first solo exhibition in 2009.
Sometime ago, at a calligraphy exhibition I saw a piece composed with the initial letters of a mother’s name and those of her daughter placed at the head of the lines. I tried the same thing, and here is what was lightly framed.