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John La Farge - An Artists Letters from Japan

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AN ARTISTS LETTERS FROM JAPAN The Great Statue of Buddha at Kamakura AN - photo 1
AN ARTIST'S LETTERS
FROM JAPAN
The Great Statue of Buddha at Kamakura
AN ARTIST'S LETTERS
FROM JAPAN
BY
JOHN LA FARGE
NEW YORK
THE CENTURY CO.
1897
Copyright, 1890, 1891, 1893, 1897,
By The Century Co .
The De Vinne Press .

To Henry Adams, Esq.
My Dear Adams: Without you I should not have seen the place, without you I should not have seen the things of which these notes are impressions. If anything worth repeating has been said by me in these letters, it has probably come from you, or has been suggested by being with youperhaps even in the way of contradiction. And you may be amused by the lighter talk of the artist that merely describes appearances, or covers them with a tissue of dreams. And you alone will know how much has been withheld that might have been indiscreetly said.
If only we had found Nirvanabut he was right who warned us that we were late in this season of the world.
J. L. F.
WHICH IN ENGLISH MEANS:
And you too, Okakura San: I wish to put your name before these notes, written at the time when I first met you, because the memories of your talks are connected with my liking of your country and of its story, and because for a time you were Japan to me. I hope, too, that some thoughts of yours will be detected in what I write, as a stream runs through grasshidden, perhaps, but always there. We are separated by many things besides distance, but you know that the blossoms scattered by the waters of the torrent shall meet at its end.
CONTENTS
PAGE
An Artist's Letters from Japan
From Tokio to Nikko
The Shrines of Iyyas and Iymits
in the Holy Mountain of Nikko
Iymits
Tao: The Way
Japanese Architecture
Bric--Brac
Sketching
Nirvana
Sketching.The Flutes of Iyyas
Sketching.The Pagoda in Rain
From Nikko to Kamakura
Nikko to Yokohama
YokohamaKamakura
Kioto
A Japanese Day.From Kioto to Gifu
From Kambara to MiyanoshitaA Letter from a Kago
Postscript
Appendix

ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
The Great Statue of Buddha at Kamakura.
The Kuruma
Castle, and Moat with Lotus
At the Well
Ancient
N Dancer with Mask, representing the Sak Imp
Modern
The Lake in Uyno Park
A Torii
Our Runner
In the Great Avenue of Cryptomeria
Nikko-san
The Waterfall in our Garden
Portrait-statue of Iyyas in ceremonial Dress
Avenue to Temple of Iyyas
Sketch of Statue of Iyyas Tokugawa
Stable of Sacred Horses
Sacred Font
Young Priest
Details of Bases of Cloister Walls, Inner Court
Detail of Cloister Walls, Inner Court
Lintel, Bracket Capital
Inside the "Cat Gate"Gate to the Tomb
Tomb of Iyyas, Tokugawa
Looking Down on the Water-tank, Or sacred Font, from the second Gate
A Priest at Iymits
In the third Gate of the Temple of Iymits, looking toward the Fourth
A Priest at Iymits
Kuwanon, by Okio
Entrance to the Tomb of Iymits
Painting by Chin-nan-pin
Signature of Hokusai
Inscription on Old Lacquer
Inscription from Ho-riu-ji
Bed of the Dayagawa, Nikko
Mountains in Fog before our House
Portrait of a Priest
Old Pagoda near the Priests' Houses
Statue of Oya Jizo
Peasant Girls and Mountain Horses of Nikko
Our Landlord the Buddhist Priest
Kioto in FogMorning
Peasant WomanThresher
A Pilgrim
Fusi-yama from Kambara Beach
Fishing with Cormorants
Peasant carrying Fodder, and Bull carrying Load
A Runner in the Rain

AN ARTIST'S LETTERS
FROM JAPAN
Yokohama , July 3, 1886.
Arrived yesterday. On the cover of the letter which I mailed from our steamer I had but time to write: "We are coming in; it is like the picture books. Anything that I can add will only be a filling in of detail."
We were in the great bay when I came up on deck in the early morning. The sea was smooth like the brilliant blank paper of the prints; a vast surface of water reflecting the light of the sky as if it were thicker air. Far-off streaks of blue light, like finest washes of the brush, determined distances. Beyond, in a white haze, the square white sails spotted the white horizon and floated above it.
The slackened beat of the engine made a great noise in the quiet waters. Distant high hills of foggy green marked the new land; nearer us, junks of the shapes you know, in violet transparency of shadow, and five or six war-ships and steamers, red and black, or white, looking barbarous and out of place, but still as if they were part of us; and spread all around us a fleet of small boats, manned by rowers standing in robes flapping about them, or tucked in above their waists. There were so many that the crowd looked blue and whitethe color of their dresses repeating the sky in prose. Still, the larger part were mostly naked, and their legs and arms and backs made a great novelty to our eyes, accustomed to nothing but our ship, and the enormous space, empty of life, which had surrounded us for days. The muscles of the boatmen stood out sharply on their small frames. They had almost allat least those who were youngfine wrists and delicate hands, and a handsome setting of the neck. The foot looked broad, with toes very square. They were excitedly waiting to help in the coaling and unloading, and soon we saw them begin to work, carrying great loads with much good-humored chattering. Around us played the smallest boats with rowers standing up and sculling. Then the market-boat came rushing to us, its standing rowers bending and rising, their thighs rounding and insteps sharpening, what small garments they had fluttering like scarfs, so that our fair missionaries turned their backs to the sight.
Two boys struggling at the great sculls in one of the small boats were called by us out of the crowd, and carried us off to look at the outgoing steamer, which takes our mail, and which added its own confusion and its attendant crowd of boats to all the animation on the water. Delicious and curious moment, this first sense of being free from the big prison of the ship; of the pleasure of directing one's own course; of not understanding a word of what one hears, and yet of getting at a meaning through every sense; of being close to the top of the waves on which we dance, instead of looking down upon them from the tall ship's sides; of seeing the small limbs of the boys burning yellow in the sun, and noticing how they recall the dolls of their own country in the expression of their eyes; how every little detail of the boat is different, and yet so curiously the same; and return to the first sensation of feeling while lying flat on the bottom of the boat, at the level of our faces the tossing sky-blue water dotted with innumerable orange copies of the sun. Then subtle influences of odor, the sense of something very foreign, of the presence of another race, came up with the smell of the boat.
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