The Winds of Inspiration
For me, this is how I understand it. The Old doesn’t become the Old without first being the New. The New has a hard time becoming the Old unless it has innovation, or it is swept in the winds of inspiration. It is the latter that I find myself comfortably following. Since boyhood, I have admired the lines that disappear seemingly into nothing on a crystal smooth terrain. I am speaking about the beauty of the Sword, which was left behind for me to see from the masters of old. Their true heritage however was innovation. It was through their innovation that today I can still see their work in all of their beauty. But is this enough for me to continue my passion of the sword? It is in truth much too little to rely only on the innovations of the past. I am dictated by an unseen wind to look forward into a mysterious future and contribute a bit of myself into this current.
And so this is where I find myself today, waking up each morning with a dream in my head. Not really knowing where it will lead me, I look for inspiration from the objects all around me. As I open my shop each day, I hope to leave a bit of me behind in my work. The time passes well for me in this way, and at the end of the day, I can hold something in my hands that was once in my head. Sounds odd, but it’s what keeps me going onto the next day. Through the years I have learned at least one thing, that there is no certainty through my efforts. Sometimes I find myself going in circles that seem to lead nowhere, but the current I am comfortably following always puts me at ease.