Objects always tell the truth, quietly and without adornment.
All we can do is face them with sincerity, and offer them the deepest affection we are able to give.
Beauty has no borders, no division of eras.
Yet, by choosing the “Japanese style” today, we are reminded of what slips away from us, and are urged to ask again: what is the essence of beauty?
In touching the memories these objects hold, may you sense what is invisible yet indubitably present, and allow your thoughts to drift toward its silent presence.
And this dialogue is not bound to Japan alone.
Objects that journey across borders, born of other lands and other times, also tell us their stories—each carrying fragments of memory, each revealing the same universal truth of beauty.