This morning the weather was sunny and in seventies. We walked along a river path under the cherry blossoms and wandered through a flower market where the pink azaleas and deep red Japanese maple prepared us for the colorful art that was to follow in the Kagoshima Museum of Art.
The big exhibit featured paintings by Koji Kinutani and his daughter Kanato, as well as sculpture by his son, Kona. There’s a certain Kinutani style, colorful pop art with a Buddhist slant, busy, explosive, with all shades of subtlety abandoned for impact.
Ella enjoyed the series of dragons.
Here are two of his self-portrait dream states, one pleasant, one more nightmarish.
I got a kick out of his Venice with a Japanese rising sun.
And in looking at his still life in the manner of Van Gogh I thought of how Van Gogh claimed to have been influenced by Japanese woodcuts when his colors became brighter.
Ella stole a shot of the perhaps the most interesting object unrelated to the paintings, viz., an earthquake seismograph Int the corner of the exhibit room.
