If my recollection is correct, I think it was the very first room. There, in front of me, was The Garden of Earthly Delights painting by Hieronymus Bosch. Naturally I knew this masterpiece of exotic and striking images already, and have looked at its details admiringly in art books. It is just that I did not expect this painting to be housed in the Prado. It was thus a completely out of the blue thing.
"So, here was this painting!" I realized in an electrifying shock.
I was spellbound, and could not say a word.
Next to me, there was a young guy in T-shirt and with a backpack. Apparently he was a student from the United States. His jaws were literally gaping. He looked at the painting with wide open eyes, and shook his head from time to time as if in disbelief.
We stood in awe before the Garden of Earthly Delights for a long time. There was a strange comradeship between him and me, although it was quite unintended.
I imagined: Maybe this guy saw this painting for the first time in his life. He did not know there was such a painting as the Garden of Earthly Delights.
It was a case where two kinds of onceness in life were being played out in that gallery of the Prado.
I felt that every breath and pulse of my trembling existence was being blessed by the garden of earthly delights. I vividly remember the sensations to this day.
The Garden of Earthly Delights. (Part)
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" Maybe this guy saw this painting for the first time in his life. He did not know there was such a painting as the Garden of Earthly Delights."
I understand this guy's gaping.
I feel the wonder of Bosch afresh.
We will never lose interest in the details of the Garden of Earthly Delights.
I first looked at the replica of this picture when I was in the art club in high school. We were designing for the wall painting of the refrigerator boat. As the adviser to the club showed us the replica, we were excited and shouted, " TOPPY is here!" (flying fish)
A part of the design remains, I'd like to show you the Toppy affected by Hieronymus Bosch. We opened our eyes to the sprouting sacred and impish spirits at the quiet evening clubroom, sometimes looking at each other and tittering.
I feel we were all comrades in a flap of wings.
I didn't know about that painting either. I like the imagery.
me, either.
I want to see the Garden of Earthly Delights.
I imagined: Maybe not only the guy and Dr. Mogi, but also some (or many) aesthetic visitors saw this painting for the first time in their life. They did not know about that as well as you guys.
Therefore, maybe it might be the case where more than two kinds of onceness in life were being played out in that gallery of the Prado.
and maybe, Shinkansen and Mt. Fuji story can frame in a similar vein ..., right?
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