Letter to chiura obata-sensei
“I have often found myself pacing museum floors—restless—first clockwise then counterclockwise, my feet circling rooms in widening whirlpools, urging my eyes to absorb as much as possible to understand my place in the world. My place in time. What it means to bear witness; to be an outsider allowed only a glance from afar. One can get tired of simply looking. You can grow numb even to beauty when you can’t touch it.”
Photo: "Mother Earth" (1912) - Chiura Obata | Fine Art Museums of San Francisco