The tree in the temple garden: simultaneously birth, life and death. Cool and warm, green and red. Setting sun warming my head and hands and the wood under my stockinged feet. A cool breeze protests. Shadows stretch. Maple leaves float without branches or stems, delicate lacework. Filtered light, random spotlights touching the shadows. The Insai Tokuda painting - black ink across four fusuma, white tinged with age. Perfect gesture, abstract expressionism slashing into/against pure representation. Masterly use of negative space.