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Azure Wind Gold
Azure Wind GoldIn the heart of silence, between the woven shadows of Shinto shrine and minaret, there stands a single, slender sentinel—an oracle in miniature. This is the soul of 瑠璃風黄金. She is blue and gold, wind-bent and sun-burnished. Every silent curve embodies centuries of longing; every split and fissure on her bark speaks of storms braved and droughts weathered, tribulations not simply endured but transformed into artistry. She is remarkable not for her grandeur, but for her restraint. Her beauty lies not in spectacle, but in the drama of survival—an aria of resilience sung in the key of impermanence. Her azure blossoms evoke the impossible sky that links Damascus and Kyoto, while her golden fruits are orbs of promise: the forgiveness of past wounds, the gold-leafed seams of Kintsugi, wounds made radiant rather than concealed.
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Details
Width: 30 cm
Height: 45 cm
Depth: 25 cm
The essence of Literati is poetry—trees unweighted by convention or luxury, shaped by adversity. The long, winding trunk of 瑠璃風黄金 traces a calligraphy of struggle, the hand of the mountain wind or the desert sirocco evident in each angle and twist. Foliage is sparse—reserved for the heights—evoking those rare leaves that persist upon windswept ridges or parched dunes. This is beauty stripped to the elemental. It is Wabi-Sabi incarnate: elegant precisely where it is incomplete, every empty space (Ma) singing as audibly as every leaf.
Every curvature, every wire mark, bears the thumbprint of humility and perseverance. In the earliest days, the sapling trembled, uncertain—rooted in foreign soil, coddled and cajoled through desert heat. I bent her trunk and staked her against the gales of both East and West. My hands bled and healed as hers did, and every wound that left bark exposed became, in time, textured testament to resilience. Traditional Japanese techniques met Levantine improvisation: precise wiring where discipline was needed, gentle hand-pruning where compassion led, root pruning timed to the lunar cycle—a respect for the arcane pulse of both nature and heritage. At moments of failure, Kintsugi guided me—I filled scars not with shame, but with gold dust embedded in sap, so her imperfections sang.
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Symmetry and Asymmetry Here, intention is visible. The trunk lists eastward; the upper foliage leans west—a migration caught in miniature. No mirror image exists, just the dynamic spill and ebb, suggesting both drought and deluge—life held in equipoise. Scale and Shape She is landscape distilled: a mountain crag at sunrise, an oasis at dusk, the echo of cedar forests in Lebanon and the pine-ruled hills of Japan. The mass of trunk, the lean of branches, the riot of bluebells at the summit—all evoke a world miniaturized, a wilderness captured, not imitated.
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