“With lacquerware there is an extra beauty in that moment between removing the lid and lifting the bowl to the mouth, when one gazes at the still, silent liquid in the dark depths of the bowl, its colour hardly differing from that of the bowl itself. What lies within the darkness one cannot distinguish, but the palm senses the gentle movements of the liquid, vapour rises from within, forming droplets on the rim, and the fragrance carried upon the vapour brings a delicate anticipation ... a moment of mystery, it might almost be called, a moment of trance.” StillsMomentsMightLyingDarkDarknessMysteryMovementMouthsSilentDepthSensesGentleExtrasColourThat MomentDelicateAnticipationBowlsPalmsFragranceLiftingLiquidTranceRimsVapourDroplets Author:Junichiro Tanizaki
“Whenever I sit with a bowl of soup before me, listening to the murmur that penetrates like the distant song of an insect, lost in contemplation of the flavours to come, I feel as if I were being drawn into a trance.” IfsFeelsSongLostListeningContemplationBowlsSoupInsectsPenetrateTranceFlavour Author:Junichiro Tanizaki
