Chinaman, 10" x 8", Oil on canvas, 2001, $300

10" x 8" Ink Jet print, $25

Emiko's Home, 10" x 8", pencil on paper, $150

    After we got our Asian legs we spent several days with Irene's roommate from college. They treated us with exceptional hospitality and went way out of their way to accommodate us. Emiko and Kato live in the country on the Eastern peninsula of Tokyo Bay. Their home was most charming and a first class way for us to be introduced to Japanese living. We spend our time sight seeing and eating the most extraordinary foods. We sadly missed Emiko and Kato after they dropped us off at my friends home in Tokyo. The rental car even had a gps driven map. It showed where you were and what turns to take to your destination. It spoke in a female voice! In Japan they place such high taxes on vehicles yearly that most are only a few years old.
 

Kyoto Palace, 8" x 10", oil on canvas

After a day in Tokyo we took the bullet train to Kobe to visited Irene's American friends, Katheleen & Stu. They are in Kobe because Proctor & Gamble's international headquarters is there. They live in a spacious high rise with four bedrooms and four baths. On the tenth floor you can see the fantastic harbor with the most modern facilities. The day before Thanksgiving we had dinner at a special Kobe beef restaurant. On Thanksgiving we visited Himeji Castle. I painted a small canvas and later met Irene and Katheleen at home. Thanksgiving dinner was the finest seasoned tofu!
    Upon leaving Kobe we stayed two nights at a Japanese style inn located on the grounds of the Mishima fertility shrine in Kyoto. The fertility ceremony was preformed by the shrine's monk who also was the inn keepers. Irene is not suppose to eat eel for two weeks! As it turns out the Mishima Shrine is the same shrine for eel farmers. Eel tastes a lot like catfish. It is a fresh water fish that goes out to sea and returns much like salmon! The shrine quite hidden and it took us a full three hours to find it. Of course the big draw back was the language and in the end I had to match line for line the symbols of the Japanese language to find the street! We focused on learning Japanese. Cantonese is tonal and difficult to learn.
    In Kyoto we hooked up with my friend Yuso. I had painted his portrait in NYC ten years ago! We quickly traveled to many shrines under his prefect tutelage. Golden Pagota, zen rock garden and Gisha girls all came our way and enthralled us. The weather was prefect Fall and the colors could only be topped by the Spring cherry blossoms.
Japan is homogeneous in terrain and people from top to bottom. Only the crops vary according to weather and latitude. There are persimmon trees in Tokyo. Tea and oranges grow just a little South of Tokyo. Once back in Tokyo we had two days left on our rail pass and took two day trips. One to a small city just a hour South and another to a city on the Sea of Japan. To get to the later we took the bullet train right through the Japanese alps. Twenty minutes in a tunnel going 120 miles per hour is quite a experience! In the North they tie up the pine trees and bushes so the snow does not distort the fine work of the pruners. Pruning and landscaping is rampant in Japan. If I did some of the things to the trees here that they do there I would be arrested!
We ate a lot of noodles. Always a bowl of noodles with a main dish of rice and fish. They make the noodles by stretching the dough until it is as thin as possible. The water makes them expand to about one eighth inch in diameter. The tempura was exceptional. We dined as quests at the best tempura restaurant in Tokyo. Irene's Japanese roommate from UNC husbands uncle treated us. He was a pilot in WW II. His first mission was August 17th, 1945. On the way to bomb the American base at Siapan he was called back because the Japanese had surrendered! He would have surly died. Those missions were kamikaze, without enough fuel to return. I bought Japanese WW II boots. More like cloth high top socks with a thin rubber sole. The toes and big toe separated so they could slip into sandals. The old workmen wear them with breeches.
    Irene and I visited the incendiary bombing display at the Edo Museum. 200,000 people died in the fires of Tokyo, more than the atomic bombs dropped. Japanese housing is wood frame with mud walls making fire a big problem. Many of the Shrines and Temples are destroyed by fire. The terrain of Japan is homogeneous. The volcanic mountains eroded to create vast flatlands that in circle the mountains. People do not live in the mountains causing them to live in small plots surrounded by rice patties and vegetable plots. Fishermen work the hundreds of canals caused by the drainage from the mountains. Japan is a country of endless canals.
    The big part of Japan's people is their homogeneous wealth. All except the illusive poor and corporate heads are just about in the same income bracket. There is insulation from foreign competition. When the Japanese change they change from the top down. The Japanese change all at once. If the government decided that it was ok to eat foreign rice then the next day all of the Japanese would eat foreign rice! Rice, telephone service and banking are all uniquely Japanese. To obtain a new telephone line is a very expensive and lengthy process so most of the young people have mobile phones! Not embarrassing others is a big part of the Japanese way. Making inroads into their market is just as easy as finding a way for a win win situation!

Tokyo Canal, 16" x 12", oil on canvas, $800

    Our most gracious host Yuso Hase in Tokyo has three tips for his countrymen who go to America. Do not slurp your soup if it has no noodles. The Japanese hold their noodle soup up to their mouth and slurp, shoveling the noodles in with their chop sticks. Do not say yes when you mean you understand. The Japanese have the habit of saying "Hite"(Yes) many times during a conversation meaning that they understand what you are saying, but in the US that could mean you agree to what is being said. The third thing was no smoking. Smoking cigarettes is a big thing. I believe cigars will eventually have a huge market there when the Japanese stop smoking from habit.
My Grandmother Higgins spent some time in the Philippines. Grandfather was a tank commander in the Army and they spent a few years there. My mother learned to speak the tigala language, she was three! She said that when they left the Philippines, by boat, a whale followed them all the way across the Pacific!