Showing posts with label BoSt Galleries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BoSt Galleries. Show all posts

Friday, 5 August 2016

Keeping Still Overcomes Heat

Keeping Still Overcomes Heat







The highest perfection is like imperfection,

And its use is never impaired.

The greatest abundance seems meager,

And its use will never fail.

What is most straight appears devious,

The greatest skill appears as clumsiness;

The greatest eloquence seems like stuttering.

Movement overcomes cold,

(But) keeping still overcomes heat.

Who is calm and quiet becomes the guide for the universe.



Tao




















Have a good Summer.

Thursday, 14 August 2014

Colours of a Tourist Town

Colours of a Tourist Town



“In the cultivation of the mind, our emphasis should not be on concentration, but on attention. Concentration is a process of forcing the mind to narrow down to a point, whereas attention is without frontiers.”   
 J. KRISHNAMURTI 


Colours are not specific to metropolis; towns have also their particular charm.

Below BoSt galleries has provided a collection of Modern art:












The End

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

BoSt Galleries - Streetscapes 2013

BoSt Art Galleries- Streetscapes 2013




“We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.”

ROBERT M. PIRSIG










A new arrival said apologetically to Chao-chu: “I have come here empty-handed.”

Chao-chu said: “Lay it down, then!”

“Since I have brought nothing with me, what can I lay down?” asked the visitor.

“Then go on carrying it!” said the Master.

ZEN MONDO







The End

Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Snow,Snow,Snow- Part 2

BoSt Galleries Snow Exhibit








Japanese Folklore - Yuki Onna


The_Yuki_Onna_by_YoshiyukiKatana

In Japanese folklore there is a well-known legend of a snow woman, who is manifestation of a Yokai, or spirit, associated with winter and snowstorms. In some variations of the legend she is the spirit, or ghost, of someone who had tragically perished in the snow. She has many forms; snow granny, snow hag and sometimes a young, beautiful woman; but always carries the name Yuki Onna.
On snowy nights she appears to travellers in the storm as a tall, beautiful woman with long cascading black hair and blue lips whose eyes can strike terror into the hearts of mere mortals. Her skin is pale and transparent to the point of being invisible so that she blends in perfectly with the snow covered landscape. She is frequently depicted in a white kimono though some illustrations show her nude, so that only her face and hair stand out in the snowstorm. She floats across the snow without leaving footprints since, like most ghosts, she has no feet and when she is threatened she can instantly transform into mist, a snow flurry or a cloud.
Until the 18th Century Yuki Onna was portrayed as an evil spirit, but modernization shifted the emphasis to her ghost-like nature, human origins and her transient beauty. She would come as an apparition to travellers and lead them astray so they died of exposure, if she did not use her icy breath to immediately freeze them in place. In some tales she is content to let her victims die but in others she drains her victims of their life force like a vampire. Sometimes Yuki Onna takes on the aspect of a succubus, draining the life out of weak-willed, unfaithful men through a kiss, or by copulation. She may manifest holding a child, especially one who is lost in the storm. Parents searching for their lost children are easy prey as, when they attempt to take the child from her, they are frozen in place by her touch. In some tales she is aggressive, blowing down the door of homes with a violent gust of wind and freezing the residents in their sleep. In most of these tales, however, she is unable to enter the home unless she has been invited by the residents.
She does have a softer side and may sometimes succumb to love and maternal instincts.
In a popular rendition of tale retold by Lafcadio Hearn Yuki-Onna does release a young boy because of his beauty and age, but not before securing a promise from him: that he never speaks of her. Unfortunately, in his middle age he does confess the secret to his wife who then instantly transforms back into the snow woman. She reviles him for breaking his promise, but once more spares him, this time out of concern for their children.  She does caution him however, that if he ever mistreats their children she will return to exact vengeance, and this time will show no mercy.  Fortunately for him he is a doting father and he lives the rest of his life in safety and peace.


katsumi_nakatomi__yuki_onna_by_axel_doi

The End.


Saturday, 9 February 2013

BoSt Galleries- The Mysterious Way


BoSt Galleries: The Mysterious Way









“We look at it and do not see it;
Its name is the invisible.
We listen to it and do not hear it;
Its name is the inaudible.
We touch it and do not find it;
Its name is the Subtle (formless).
These three cannot be further probed,
and hence merge into one . . .
Infinite and boundless, it cannot be given any name;
It reverts to nothingness.
This is called shape without shape, form without object.
It is the vague and elusive.
Meet it and you will not see its head.
Follow it and you will not see its back.”
Lao Tzu

Monday, 28 January 2013

The Tea-Master and the Assassin

The Tea-Master and the Assassin









The Tea-Master & the Assassin

“Taiko, a warrior who lived in Japan before the Tokugawa era, studied Cha-no-yu, tea etiquette, with Sen no Rikyu, a teacher of that aesthetical expression of calmness and contentment.
Taiko's attendant warrior Kato interpreted his superior's enthusiasm for tea etiquette as negligence of state affairs, so he decided to kill Sen no Rikyu. He pretended to make a social call upon the tea-master and was invited to drink tea.
The master, who was well skilled in his art, saw at a glance the warrior's intention, so he invited Kato to leave his sword outside before entering the room for the ceremony, explaining the Cha-no-yu represents peacefulness itself.
Kato would not listen to this. "I am a warrior," he said. "I always have my sword with me. Cha-no-yu or no Cha-no-yu, I have my sword."
"Very well. Bring your sword in and have some tea," consented Sen no Rikyu.
The kettle was boiling on the charcoal fire. Suddenly Sen no Rikyu tipped it over. Hissing steam arose, filling the room with smoke and ashes. The startled warrior ran outside.
The tea-master apologized. "It was my mistake. Come back in and have some tea. I have your sword here covered with ashes and will clean it and give it to you."
In this predicament the warrior realized he could not very well kill the tea-master, so he gave up the idea.”

Zen Stories.