Sometimes, a single book can change the course of a life. For Taketsune Kubota, that book was E Kasuri—one of the first holistic study of a distinctive style of ikat textile that features more pictorial, expressive motifs than its geometric counterparts. At the time,...
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The gems I collected over time. I let them rest in my chest for a while. Just like gems in a display case, I would take them out from time to time when I felt lost, and when I wanted to offer some light to others.
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Tapping Into Your Resourcefulness I hear about “being resourceful” all the time, but honestly, I never knew what that meant for me until I was really pushed. It was when I decided to venture into this Wisdom Toolkit project. I decided to spend all that I had in my...
Use Good Tools, My Mother Said.
Where to Place Money and Heart “Use good tools,” she said, in a frustrated manner. It was a pair of scissors, with one handle missing. I’d been using it ever since I was in elementary school. My family went on a trip to see our uncle and aunt for a summer holiday in...
No Way We Can Ever Call Ourselves Self-Taught.
When we realise everything we touch, or even the things we think we create, is built upon the layers of lives, wisdom and works of others…
Offering Light to Others
The mingei movement pioneered a new frontier of perspective on beauty. By doing so, it offered hope for those who have not been seen in the light before.
On Delivering Work
She utilised every bit of the cloth including selvedges, with the least changes to be made.
Sarasa – Traces of Cultural Confluence in Japan
Imagine how vivid the patterns must have looked then. So, as we usually do, the Japanese tried to recreate it
How to Break The Pattern No Longer Serving You
From that practice, though, something was starting to manifest. He realised what he had learnt in his high school time was the pattern to win a high school tournament. He perfectly fitted himself into the mould. But at the university and for the world-level competition, he had to break out of it. And he had to do it by himself.
You see? You see?
“No,” I said. No point in faking. He knows.
He started walking, through the corridor, into the kitchen, then to the hearth room. Then he asked, “You see?” I didn’t understand what I was supposed to “see.” So I remained silent.








