Thousand Gates Deeper: why I paint rain in orange

The torii tunnel at Fushimi in rain, one umbrella far inside the orange.

The torii tunnel at Fushimi in rain, one umbrella far inside the orange.

The person in the frame is always walking away because that is when a place becomes a memory.

The figure under the umbrella is not waiting for the train—they are watching it go.

Stone stairs under maples, one figure halfway up, rain falling harder than I planned.

The last umbrella leaves and the lanterns stay lit for no one.

The canal holds the whole scene upside down, steadier than the air above it.

The gorge at Tofuku-ji in that week when the maples turn and no one looks at anything else.