An invitation card for an exhibition arrived one morning, when it was snowing on and off.
It was from my brother, five years younger than I, who was art teacher and retired earlier, and started to enjoy to make some works of etching.
It is the second time for him to put on a solo exhibition of his etching works in a small gallery.
And the theme seemed almost the same as the former works as far as I could tell from the picture on the card.
The works, a little abstract, looked like some exotic or new towns for me.
Or maybe they are some towns in future.
At the first exhibition I asked him which work he had a particular fondness for,and he said to me that he enjoyed some unexpected effects which were created by some condition of corrosion of copper plates, pointing out some small parts.
After that he had to be hospitalised for a week once a month and it seemed he worked on his etching when he could while at home.
Maybe he enjoyed this exhibition as much as his first one, considering his diagnosis. I only guessed so, because we did not talk much this time.
Seeing his works I noticed his buildings did not have any escape stairways.
Some time ago, I wrote the following tanka while looking at an escape stairway in a town.
A newly-erected building,
at least it looks so,
quite familiar-looking it is
on an escape stairway itself
for my eyes
Without knowing the reason I felt at ease to see his buildings which had no escape stairways but keyboard-like lines in some works.
In addition to it I felt some music seeing his works.
After I came back home I listened to an old CD.
The melancholic voice of Georges Moustaki made me feel fragile, and I cried a little.
It was drizzly day today.
In spite of it,a bird, white eye, which visited my garden did its bathing in
a watering plate. He must want to clean his plumage before returning to a nest.
I saw some Winter sweets( Chimonanthus praecox, 蝋梅）bloomingat back-fence of my neighbour.They are blooming like small yellow lights in dim weather.
In this early evening such tiny matters and faint hint of spring in the air solaced me a lot.