Flagship store of BVLGARAI in Rome

Last summer, I traveled to Rome on a photo shoot for “Fujingaho” and visited BVLGARI’s flagship store in Rome. I was given the opportunity to wear BVLGARI’s luxurious jewelry, known for their gemstones that were loved by Sophia Loren and Elizabeth Taylor. It was only for a short while during the shooting session, but it was a very valuable and meaningful experience for me in playing “Kurotokage (Black Lizard),” for which the final performance was held just the other day. I was given the opportunity to wear a long necklace decorated with diamonds and a huge emerald, similar in size to the 113 carat diamond, “The Star of Egypt,” which Kurotokage was infatuated with in the play. The shooting session took place early in the morning, in Piazza di Spagna, and as the jeweler, Shobei Iwase says, “Anxiety always accompanies jewels. It’s the anxiety which makes them beautiful,” and we were accompanied by three security guards keeping an eye out to protect the dazzling jewels. Wearing jewelry that was beyond my reach, I was awestruck by its beauty. On the other hand, the page that the photos were to be shown on was based on the theme, “Joy,” so I had to act with dignity without seeming to bat an eyelid before the jewelry. Although it was only for a fleeting moment, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience of wearing the jewelry, which was designed to closely fit the curves of the body.

The cover of a photo-book of Jeanne Moreau I once bought in a secondhand bookstore in Paris had a photo of her on the cover showing her elderly hand, covered in wrinkles, sporting a ring with a huge gemstone. The photo left a powerful impression on me, and made me realize that only experience and the wrinkles that accompany aging are what make a person worthy of wearing such jewelry. Because of this, I rarely showed interest in gemstones in my younger days, but I have found with increasing age that I am learning to appreciate their beauty.
Yukio Mishima’s Kurotokage feared belief in living things and people with compassion, and she said, “Gemstones represent complete microcosms that are transparent and filled with their own dazzling light.” And just as Kurotokage tried to steal “The Star of Egypt,” the fathomless allure of complete and flawless gemstones is uplifting, and they supplement the sheen of the skin and the glitter of the eyes which begin to wane with age.

BVLGARI’s flagship store in Rome, said to have been visited by Elizabeth Taylor while shooting a movie, had a secret room that was said to have been used by her to meet her lover in secret. That combined with the ancient, historical cityscape enveloped me in a romantic feeling.

Photos of BVLGARI’s beautiful jewelry can be seen in the March issue of “Fujingaho” currently on sale. I recommend everyone to take a look.

Before and after the Dream

The enjoyable emptiness

All performances of “Kurotokage (Black Lizard)” finished on February 5. I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to everyone who came to see the play, and all the people who kindly delivered flowers, sweets, box lunches, and a variety of other gifts.

After my previous play, the “The Hunting Gun,” I had actually vowed never to act on stage, so I never thought the day would come when I would perform once again on stage.

I was given the chance to see outstanding plays both in Japan and overseas, and because they had become my de facto standard, I found that every time I became involved in a play it was physically, psychologically, timewise and economically taxing on me. This is why I had thought I would never be able act in a play again. However, thanks to Yuko Murata of the Umeda Arts Theater, I was given a rare opportunity to perform in Yukio Mishima’s masterpiece under the direction of David Leveaux. I was involuntarily drawn to the play, but in the end, I found myself once more, struggling every day with the beautiful words in my effort to take flight. But this journey was unexpectedly warm and comfortable. It almost felt as if I was climbing the high mountains of the Himalayas with the full support of Sherpas,who would supply me with oxygen, food, and pander to my every whim, allowing me to reach the summit effortlessly. It was all thanks to David Leveaux’s expert direction, who imparted his love equally on all performers, taking care not to pressure them more than was necessary,and directing everyone with care and sensitivity as if nurturing a baby. This led to the forming of a sense of solidarity among everyone in working toward a common goal.

Yoshio Inoue was like a climbing partner to whom I could entrust my life, with his reliable acting propped up by experience and effort, and his ever-so expressive voice. He offered me constant reassurance with his ability to cover up all my mistakes and anxieties. Despite acting on stage year round, he refuses to become complacent, continuing to take on new challenges all the time. I have nothing but the deepest respect for his attitude of staying on his toes.

Itsuki Sagara had a calm and charming air about her that was beyond her years, which worked to her advantage regardless of whether she was playing the innocent Sanae, or Sanae’s substitute, and I was made to realize day after day that Mishima’s character could not be played by just any young actress. Her voice made my heart race as she talked about love with the slave, Amamiya, in the scene where they were locked up in a cage, and I too was saved many times by her acting and overflowing maternal instincts.

Hikaru Asami had refined techniques and instincts, while never bragging about it as she demonstrated dependability in acting the part of a housemaid by the name of Mrs. Hina. But upon discarding her disguise to show her true self as Aoi-Kame, Kurotokage’s servant, she showed her loyalty and deep love for Kurotokage like a member of some religious organization with blind faith for their leader. After Kurotokage’s death, the sight of Aoi-Kame’s dancing as she departed was filled with sorrow, leaving a lasting impression on me.

Taka Takao’s insights and love for literature were particularly worthy of note. He was able to play the part of the jeweler, Shobei Iwase, with great humor thanks to having read Yukio Mishima and Junichiro Tanizaki novels in his younger days as substitutes for erotic novels, resulting in his great respect for Mishima’s words. Despite having lived his life on stage, it was truly enlightening to learn that he still finds himself nervous before every performance.

Songha’s gushing passion and phantasmagorical acting added a dash of color to this play despite his appearances on stage being brief. It was as if he was born to be an actor, because he had everything that I lacked as an actress. He was my diametric opposite for which I envied him, but he also made me realize my limitations. Only he could have acted out Amamiya’s perverted, pathetic character without a moment of hesitation.

Moreover, the exceptional teamwork among the people of the ensemble was almost beyond my imagination. This was due to their irrefutable capabilities, and not one of them showed any sign of dissatisfaction or discontent as they placed their trust in Mr. Leveaux’s direction and devoted themselves to the play.

The two dancers too, who played the dwarves, had a dramatic influence on me. Every move they made seemed like metaphors reflecting Kurotokage’s inner self. I felt so envious of Nozomi Matsuo and Shino Komatsu’s ability to express themselves so dynamically without having to utter a single word.

And of course, a vital part of creating the atmosphere during the play was the tango-based live performance put on by Black & Shadows led by the composer, Keita Egusa. Thanks to the band members who immersed themselves in the play to convey our emotions through music, the poetic words of Mishima, believed to be difficult to interpret, were made more accessible.

Incidentally, all the basic skin care products and foundation I used on stage, as well as my lipstick and mascara were TV&MOVIE products. I used an eyeliner of another company on purpose so that it would run with the tears of Kurotokage, but the beauty lotion-like mascara, made using generous amounts of manuka honey and horse placenta extract stayed on beautifully, making my eyelashes radiate out from my eyes even when they became wet from my tears. My lashes retained both their length and volume!

Our final performance was held at the Umeda Arts Theater in Osaka, and we all disbanded to once again go our separate ways, wrenching us out of the dream-like world depicted by Yukio Mishima, and returning us to the real world.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank all the staff members, the cast and the audience for their support during performances of “Kurotokage.”

Premiere of “Kurotokage (Black Lizard)”

Evocative set and lighting on stage

“Kurotokage (Black Lizard)” premiered today. Under Mr. Leveaux’s direction, Yukio Mishima’s eloquent words have been brought to life like showers of glittering jewels on stage, and the day has finally come for us to perform this play in front of everyone.

The rehearsals were held in a warm, friendly atmosphere so as not to smother the delicate hearts of the performers, and instead of being told what to do or how to express ourselves, we were asked, “How would Kurotokage act in this scene if she was filled with anger and uneasiness upon realizing that she was fascinated by Akechi?” That’s how we were given the chance to think for ourselves. Mr. Leveaux also asked me, “What if Kurotokage was feeling frustrated at her own budding feelings of love toward Akechi, and she was just taking it out on her subordinate, Amamiya?” I realized that by throwing such questions at me, the emotions behind my lines became ever more complex and intertwined.

I have been enthralled by Yoshio Inoue’s ever so poignant speech and the grace with which he carries himself. I have also been almost overwhelmed by sudden urges to top Itsuki Sagara’s refined doll-like cuteness with cream and lap it up, while Hikaru Asami’s modest yet enthusiastic acting has offered me a sense of security by helping to prop up Kurotokage’s character. As for Taka Takao, he has made me laugh with his uninhibited miserliness, and Songha’s masochistic acting has further roused the sadistic side in me.

The dwarves, who are like servants to a courtesan, were played by contemporary dancers, and they serve Kurotokage while simultaneously acting as metaphors reflecting her inner self. Watching them dance in response to our acting almost brought tears to my eyes. The performers of the ensemble too, who have won Mr. Leveaux’s absolute trust for their physical discipline and agility, and outstanding talent as actors, also play a vital role in symbolizing the flow of time during the play. Moreover, the live band acts as a bridge bringing together the worlds of Yukio Mishima and David Leveaux, guiding not only the performers, but also the audience to a world of fantasy.

The simple, yet elegant stage set, the lighting creating beautiful shadows like the etchings of Rembrandt, and the delicate yet bold costumes representing the state of Kurotokage’s mind, as well as the android-like hairstyle were all decided on at the last minute after much trial and error, and there has been much constructive discussion among the creative staff on the pros and cons of all the stage visuals. I feel so blessed. It’s like a dream come true, and so many people have been supporting us behind the scenes to make sure it stays that way.

I very much look forward to seeing everyone there.

The New Year

Kiyomizu temple coverd with snow

Happy New Year!

I trust you are all enjoying your holidays right now.

Rehearsals for “Kurotokage (Black Lizard)” have also reached a climax.
Over the last few days, every scene has been rehearsed from start to finish, as if they were being performed in front of an audience.
The other day, we wore our costumes for the first time, and practiced changing quickly while wearing makeup.

Acting under the direction of David Leveaux, brimming with humor, I almost feel as though I am back at drama school. Our rehearsals are always filled with laughter as he recounts numerous amusing episodes from the past in the world of theater.
One day, he told us an interesting story on the Old Testament at a rehearsal.
The Bible was not allowed to be translated into English in England or Scotland, until around the 16th century (this was probably because allowing the common people to read the Bible would have inconvenienced the rulers of the time). People were permitted to read it only in its original language of Hebrew, or translations of it in Latin or Greek. In the 17th century when tensions ran high between Catholics and Protestants, James I (VI), who was King of Scotland and England, and also a Protestant, ordered the translation of the Bible into English for the first time. Shakespeare, who was at the peak of his fame in the world of theater at the time, was apparently entrusted with this highly honorable job.
When he was 46, and at the height of his career, he was placed in charge of translating Psalm 46, where he is said to have left his mark. And just as Mr. Leveaux said, looking at the Authorized Version reveals that the 46th word from the beginning is “shake,” and the 46th word from the end is “spear.”
Everyone at the rehearsal gasped in surprise upon hearing this little-known theory that Shakespeare coded his name into the translation (the original spelling for “spear” was actually “speare”).

The scene changes during “Kurotokage” are executed with so much perfection that I wish I could see the play, not as an actor, but as a member of the audience, thanks to the excellent teamwork of the entire ensemble and the music performed by the live band, guiding the audience to a world of fantasy. I was initially afraid of performing on such a big stage, but left under the direction of Mr. Leveaux and my wonderful costars, including Yoshio Inoue, I am on the verge of changing my attitude and becoming more optimistic that everything will turn out fine.

Performances of “Kurotokage” will start on January 9 at Nissay Theater, and February
1 at Umeda Arts Theater. I look forward to seeing everyone there.

The Theater of Cruelty

A fragment of the stage floor

I suddenly realized it’s already that time of the year when trees start shedding their leaves.

Rehearsals for the play, “Kurotokage (Black Lizard)” began yesterday. Under the direction of David Leveaux, I have begun to break down and work my way through Yukio Mishima’s script with all the staff and 25 actors involved. David, who saw “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” directed by Peter Brook when he was 13, borrowed Peter Brook’s words in later describing Shakespeare’s play, saying, “‘Language colliding in the air’ would be an appropriate expression to use in also describing ‘Kurotokage.’”

First, to gain a grasp of the overall storyline, rehearsals progressed at a surprising speed. Lines that you thought you had memorized are forgotten when you try to speak them while moving, and actually hear the other actors voicing their lines. We were expecting David to stop us, but he just kept us going. All the actors looked at one another wondering how far we were going to go, as we hesitantly exchanged words, but after a while we all began to feel as though we were accomplices in a crime. By the second day, we had already decided on what to do for a sixth of the script, although only provisionally. It was also the first time for me to experience having so many people come to rehearsals, and it was scary, as if I had to suddenly perform an uncompleted play in front of an audience. This secretly prompted me to name the rehearsals, “The Theater of Cruelty.”

From now until the start of performances, I will no doubt be guided by David’s magical words, stimulated by the powerful and phantasmagorical acting of my costars, and be nudged along while making mistakes over and over again in my pursuit of the ultimate performance. I plan to enjoy this precious experience of trying new ideas, scrapping them, then examining the leftover fragments to build something new again.

Performances of “Kurotokage” will start in the New Year, on January 9. I look forward to seeing everyone there.


“Fat House” created by Erwin Wurm at Schloss Belvedere in Vienna

I am currently in Vienna, bustling with Christmas markets, but I feel restless and flurried. Rehearsals are about to begin shortly for the play, “Kurotokage (Black Lizard).” It was only when Yukio Mishima pleaded with Akihiro Miwa that the play came to be performed for the first time, and it requires considerable resolution for me to act in this play.

The battle between the great detective, Kogoro Akechi, and the female burglar, “Kurotokage,” told in eloquent words, provides the ultimate form of entertainment, while also being a romantic love story for the mature audience. But the lines being so poignant and stir within me a conflict between my intellect and emotions. If I only remember my lines vaguely, I end up searching frantically for the right words, being unable to open up my heart. On the other hand, if I allow myself to become too emotional, I end up forgetting my lines. I spend all day every day reading the script in the hope of breaking free of the spell it has cast on me, allowing me to act with greater freedom. To help me remember my lines, I have printed my lines in blue, on pink paper, which I have stored in my iPad. I mutter my lines while I exercise on the treadmill or step machine, with sweat pouring out, at the fitness center.

At night, I have been going to the Vienna State Opera House to watch opera performances and learn how to carry myself on stage and project my voice. I’ve managed to obtain tickets at bargain prices of around 14 Euros for seats in the upper gallery. At times, if you go just before starting time, there are dealers who begin dumping their leftover tickets, and even end up giving them away for free. After obtaining my ticket one day, I sat down beside an elderly lady who claimed she has been watching operas for decades to pass away her time. She taught me a lot, telling me all kinds of things like, “That tenor has a wonderful technique.”

“Madame Butterfly” is not only discriminatory against women, but it is also racist, and I had avoided it ever since I saw it over 20 years ago. But I went to see it again upon finding out that Tsuguharu Foujita, whom I had once played the wife of in a movie, had designed the props. I didn’t have great expectations for the opera, and in the scene where she is bought by an American guy for a mere 100 yen (around 1 million yen in today’s money), after which he enjoys a fleeting moment of time together in knowing that he will eventually have American wife, I found myself angered as expected by the numerous misrepresentations of Japanese culture. I could not ignore the discomfort I felt, and although I knew how the story would end, I still found myself crying upon seeing Madame Butterfly choosing death over losing her husband and child at the same time. Much to my mortification, I cannot help but give credit to how well the story is written. Maybe a person from Egypt feels the same kind of discomfort upon seeing “Aida,” but we are oblivious to this as we are moved to tears. Perhaps overdramatization is a necessary evil in playwriting.

The traditional performing art of opera is evolving, so that not all performances have splendiferous stage sets and dazzling costumes. Efforts are apparently being made to search for ways to adapt universal stories to modern times. Some have succeeded while others have failed to make this transformation, and I hope to be a witness to these bold challenges.

Performances of “Kurotokage,” directed by David Leveaux, will begin at Nissay Theatre early next year, on January 9. I look forward to seeing everyone there.


Overwhelmed by skyscraper in Shanghai

I was in China for a short while.The country, which once dominated Asia, lost its power in the Great Cultural Revolution, but I was overwhelmed by its continued growth now that it has sprung back to regain its vitality.The number of Chinese tourists in Japan too, has increased in recent years, and their shopping sprees have grown to have a significant impact on our economy. However, upon visiting China, I was made painfully aware of the reason why the subsidiaries and branch offices of various overseas companies had withdrawn from Japan to cultivate their businesses in China.

As for Macau, their casinos are thriving, and new hotels are springing up everywhere in the center of the city that never sleeps. I believe that life itself is like gambling, so even though I have no interest in gambling with money, I found myself riveted by the sight of others putting themselves on the line at a huge casino. I took the wrong turn and ended up at a certain hotel where I found myself almost blinded and even terrified by the dazzling palace-like décor intended to induce a trance-like state in which people will detach themselves from reality and become desensitized to extravagance.

Efforts to restore culture and spiritual prosperity to the daily lives of citizens that they were on the verge of losing with economic growth, were also evident in the new art galleries, theaters, concert halls, and other facilities that had been built in various areas. It seems that music lovers are also on the rise, and I found a ray of hope for the future of classical music in the level of understanding demonstrated by the audience toward a concert conducted by Andris Nelsons.

As you know, restrictions have been placed on access to Google and some SNSs in China, making communication with Japan somewhat difficult. On the other hand, the spread of IT in Chinese cities has been progressing at breakneck speed, and making payments via Alipay, an affiliate of Alibaba, and WeChat Pay of WeChat, China’s original SNS, has become a completely normal thing to do.

As I visited Shanghai, Nanjing and Macau, I was afraid of the hatred toward Japanese people, especially in Nanjing. However, I visited a hot pot restaurant with a friend in the middle of the night in Nanjing for a reason I do not wish to disclose here, and was relieved when the young staff tried desperately to communicate with me using a translation app on their iPhone, as I enjoyed an unexpectedly delicious meal of thinly sliced Wagyu beef and delicately cut vegetables and spices, with a delicious soup.The restaurant staff even gave me a mango out of their kindness. However, I was unable to use my VISA card to pay for the meal, and I did not have enough cash. I tried to withdraw cash from a nearby cash dispenser, but was unsuccessful. I went around three shops with the cute girls from the restaurant to find that none of them would accept any of the cards that I had, and I began to worry that I would end up not being able to pay for the meal. Then one of the girls and a young man, presumably the manager, accompanied me to my hotel to collect the money. I was deeply moved by the laudable actions of the girl who used the translation app to apologize to me in the taxi saying, “We’re so sorry to have embarrassed you like this.”

I became fed up with silent electric bikes weaving through crowds at pedestrian crossings without a care in the world about others, or bikes even running on sidewalks as if they had the right of way. I was also made painfully aware of the expanding gap between the rich and poor, which would be unimaginable in Japan, whenever I saw owners of small businesses operating out of miserable-looking shacks among the skyscrapers. Even so, compared to the time I visited 10 years ago, I felt that the standard of living had improved considerably. I cannot deny the sadness that I feel as if Japan alone has been left behind while our neighbors have made remarkable progress, but I believe that our country also has merits that are unique to Japan.

Incidentally, “Kataomoi,” the Drama Series W based on a novel by Keigo Higashino is being aired on Saturday every week starting at 10:00 P.M. on WOWOW. Please subscribe to the channel, and watch me play the part of Mizuki, the heroine who struggles with gender identity disorder.

Life is Wonderful

Looking up at the ceiling

I have been chosen to perform in “Kurotokage (Black Lizard),” a play to be put on at Nissay Theatre starting January 9 next year. Taken from the Kogoro Akechi detective novel series written by Edogawa Rampo, and turned into a play by Yukio Mishima, it offers top-class entertainment under the direction of David Leveaux. Kogoro Akechi will be played by Yoshio Inoue, Sanae, the jeweler’s daughter who is targeted by “Kurotokage” by Itsuki Sagara, Hina, who serves “Kurotokage” by Hikaru Asami, the jeweler who is Sanae’s father by Taka Takao, and Junichi Amamiya, the “Kurotokage’s” subordinate by Songha.

Before practicing began, a three-day workshop was held in Tokyo, and I went to the rehearsal room with a tumbler filled with tea made from an Oi Ocha Premium Tea Bag. It was the first time for me to stand on such a big stage as the one at Nissay Theatre, and I was also not used to acting on stage with over 20 other actors. I hesitantly opened the door, and Mr. Leveaux, the famous director relieved the tension of each and every one of us by giving us a variety of exercises to do to encourage teamwork, and the rehearsal room came to be filled with the laughter of adults playing seriously.

I was overcome with convulsions of laughter as if I was watching from the audience after witnessing the engaging and delightful performances of actors improvising upon being placed in their element. It was clear that with my lack of experience in stage acting, I was going to be a burden on the so much more accomplished actors, but Mr. Leveaux held out a helping hand and saved me from a state of mind in which I felt entangled in Yukio Mishima’s beautiful, yet cruel words.

Rehearsals began slowly in a warm and welcoming atmosphere, but from now on as we head toward the show, we will no doubt come to be tormented by our melodramatic lines for which we will writhe in agony to bring them to life. However, I plan to strive in preparing myself, propped up by Mr. Leveaux’s ironic words, “Life is wonderful,” a line taken from Yukio Mishima’s “Five Modern Noh Plays.”

I invite everyone to come to the theater to see this romantic love story between “Kurotokage” and Kogoro Akechi, both fascinated by crime, who are drawn to one another like magnets.


The headquarters of DERVAUX in Brussels

The headquarters of DERVAUX in Brussels

I visited Brussels of Belgium for an article in the October issue of “Fujingaho” currently on sale, and also for an article in the December issue, as well as to film a travel program for BS Asahi.

At the head office and studio of Delvaux, the world’s oldest leather goods brand that is the pride of the Kingdom of Belgium, I was awestruck by the esprit of Christina Zeller, the designer who is a wife and a mother, but also an independent woman who has breathed new life into traditional Delvaux bags. Everything about her is charming, from her sense of humor to her considerateness and fashion. I found myself unable to hide my admiration for her, thinking to myself, “How could I ever be such a big-hearted woman?” She is a designer, and a charismatic one that everyone wants to follow, but she is never brazen. She prioritized the image of Delvaux at all times, and left an impression on me of always talking from the perspective of the brand.

I also witnessed the passion of the craftspeople as they boldly take on new challenges in making bags, or carefully repairing bags for customers that were sold over 50 years ago. Some of the craftspeople have even been working at Delvaux for generations, and I was moved by the way they handle the bags with care, as if they were their own children. The name of the brand is not shown anywhere on the outside. Delvaux bags are unassuming and elegant, and they blend into the character of the person who owns one. They are appropriate for carrying when dressed up, of course. But they even give an air of respectfulness to casual attire, allowing you to avoid appearing overly casual.

The BS Asahi travel program, “Nakatani Miki – Berugi-rashisa-to Deau (Miki Nakatani Discovers Belgian Identity),” airs at 2:00 P.M. on September 23. Don’t miss it.

Finding Free Time in the Midst of Busyness

Iris shot in the garden of Nezu museum

Photo of Irises Growing in the Nezu Museum Garden

I have recently been working on a new drama series, and luckily, filming finished early yesterday, so I took the opportunity to visit Nezu Museum to see “Kakitsubatazu (Irises),” which is something I do every year. After savoring the beauty of Ogata Korin’s painting, I enjoyed the bright blue irises blossoming in the meticulously kept garden of the museum, an oasis in the middle of the city.

I felt somewhat overworked for doing too many things at once, from training to filming, but seeing one of my favorite works of art, and going for a stroll through the sunlight filtering through the trees made me feel refreshed.

I also visited The National Museum of Modern Art to see “The Cosmos in a Tea Bowl: Transmitting a Secret Art across Generations of the Raku Family,” for which I recorded the audio guide.

This exhibition follows the Raku family lineage, and testifies to the agony of successive generations caught between the contradictory forces of tradition and innovation, as they struggled to forge a new path, beginning with Chojiro, the first head of the family, then Donyu, the 3rd head, followed by Sonyu, the 5th head, who was the cousin of Ogata Korin and Kenzan, and Kichizaemon the current head, as well as Atsundo, the 16th head of the family to be.

In particular, the avant-garde works of Raku Kichizaemon, the current head of the family, brim with an aura of agony and rebellion against being burdened with more than 450 years of history. He demonstrates a deep understanding of Western art, and it seems that he was fighting to forge a new path for Japanese tradition. His early works reveal boldness in taking on new challenges using colors and textures, with many of his works showing a jazz-like spontaneity, or rock-like fierceness. His works from the time he lived in France were made of clay and glazes that were completely different, and the freedom of not being tied down by the Raku family tradition is evident in their colors and shapes. But the bowls that captivated my heart were the two bowls at the end of the exhibition. They seem to exude the tranquility of a world that he finally arrived at after grappling for so long with his inner self. It is as if he let himself go, and stopped resisting to entrusted himself to his instincts. The moment I laid eyes on these works, they stirred deep emotions within me, as if I was witnessing the epilog to a movie or an opera depicted on a grand scale spanning 450 years.

The works of artists, who put their hearts and souls into their creations, are capable of conveying so much in their silence.
The exhibition runs through May 21. I thoroughly recommend people to take the time to see it.