Homage to Basho’
Overlandclub Exhibition 2011 at FLOW restaurant gallery HCMC Vietnam



Old pond a frog jumps in sound of water
From deep inside the peony’s stamens a bee crawls out a reluctant parting


A morning of snow only the onions in the garden blaze the trail




On a mountain path Where something might Charm you A wild violet

It is oysters not seaweed one should sell when one is old



A traveler and writer of haiku. Since early times travelers have kept diaries of their journeys. When Basho travelled he wrote haiku. He lived the life of a poet –poems were his way of living. He lived simply, sometimes staying in the house of a friend, often being supported by his students, writing poems as a means of payment or thank you gifts. The Zen concept of “first word, best word” reflect the immediacy in his writing.
Basho”

Full moon Walking around the pond all night


Old Village Not a house without a persimmon tree


