The inner thoughts and meditations of any artist reach our hearts through his works.
Like the sakura flowers hanging on the wall, the moving clouds, the moon, and the ocean waves, “time” will also remain a picture in our memories.
All good and bad will pass with time.
This is why life is meaningful. What a tasteless and smooth universe you would experience if you lived forever side by side with moments of sadness or happiness.
Make peace with the fleeting moments, and discover goodness from the fleeting moments like magic.
Nature is like the most transparent space where you can see the appearance of time. It can be seen in the works of photographer Kazz Morishita. “Sakura tree” that has grown for a thousand years in the universe continues to sprout again as if nothing has happened, the moon is blowing its ribs as if it is not tired of the events of the universe, and it rises every day because it is full, and the clouds are not boring from the mountains.
Everything is changing, and it’s not enough anymore. People too will one day realize how generous “life” is.
The artist’s paintings made me feel as if the azure blue mist penetrated the mind and buried the mist like an ocean.
About his artwork, he said, “I first came to Mongolia in September of last year. I had no intention or plan to come. There were many pure things in Mongolia that are not seen in Japan, so I held an exhibition here. I am really happy to have come. However, time passes. the idea that a good time will come, just as yesterday’s rain has cleared and today’s sky is clear.
My latest work is a thousand-year-old sakura tree. If we all try, we can bloom like him for a thousand years. I love taking nature photos. Through nature pictures, I tried to show that man is also changing like him. He wants to incorporate his own perspective into his photos and show them to others. Through my pictures, I want the people of this world to be in harmony.”
His exhibition “However, time is passing…” closed the month of July at the Mongolian Art Gallery. More than 30 works of art are like alternating moments of “time passes and comes and passes again”.
