Graphic Designer Tadashi Ohashi

Thanks to keeperdesign for your earlier comment and then for introducing me to the graphic work of Tadashi Ohashi (1916 - 1998). A major force in 20th century Japanese graphic design, Ohashi spent his early career in charge of graphics for some of Tokyo's major department stores before becoming the Art Director for Kikkomann Soy Sauce in the 1960s and 70s. His list of awards runs long. Here is a nice blog post from Jeremy Hedley at Antipixel.com about a folio of Ohashi's images that Kikkomann issued in the 1960s. With some searching, I was also able to find these three prints of vegetables. I hope to learn more about his career and work, and perhaps offer more through the gallery in the future.

More on reading Shank's Mare

I'm having a lot of fun with this book.  Though it's clear that a LOT is lost in translation, I'm still cracking up every few pages at the alternating whit and stupidity of Yaji and Kita.  The book is also great for its small mentions of little, routine events of life along the Tokaido: the jingle of pack horses tied up outside an inn at dawn, or descriptions of pilgrims' travel clothes made of oiled paper or straw, or this great description:

  'Quickening their pace the three (Y., K. and a fellow traveller) walked on.  It was now nearly dusk and far away in the distance they could hear faintly the ringing of the sunset bell.  The birds were returning to their nests, and the songs of the hungry postboys, as they hurried their packhorses along, sounded spiritless.  At last the three travelers arrived at Mishima, where the girls at the inns on both sides of the road began their usual chorus of 'Walk in! Walk in!'"   

Then there's all the comedy.  I seriously see grainy Laurel and Hardy reels in my mind while I'm reading some of this.  In an early chapter Yaji and Kita arrive at an inn, hot and sweaty after a day of hiking on the Tokaido, in a local region where Japanese baths are positioned directly over a fire and are constructed with a thin metal bottom that conducts heat to warm the bath water.  When the bath is not in use, a wooden disk floats on the surface of the water and serves as a kind of lid.  When the bath is used, the bather pushes the disk down to the bottom to cover the hot floor.  Of course Yaji and Kita, despite being 'gentlemen from Edo' (a distinction every country innkeeper, waitress, or fellow traveler hilariously bestows upon them) are hopelessly clueless to the etiquette of such a bath.  Yaji disrobes, takes the cover off, and leans it against the wall.  He jumps in and immediately singes his feet.  Yowling and complaining to Kita who is in the other room, Kita answers that Yaji is just being picky and that the water is fine, he just needs to adjust to the temperature.  Looking around for something to project his feet, Yaji finds a pair of wooden clogs which he dons and proceeds to enjoy a leisurely soak without a word to Kita about the scorching metal or his make-do solution.  When it's Kita's turn, he jumps in, burns his feet badly, and jumps out perplexed by how his friend managed to soak so long.  Yaji replies that it was just as Kita said, the water is fine once you get used to it.  Yaji leaves so he won't laugh and spoil the joke, and Kita looking around, finds the wet clogs and puts two and two together.  He slips them on, gets back in the water, and starts to sing and dance, remarking at how enjoyable his bath is.  Surprised, Yaji runs in, notices that the clogs are gone from their hiding place, but plays along with the joke anyway.  The laughing ends abruptly though, when Kita's dancing causes the thin metal bath floor to crack, flooding the hot fire, and sending up clouds of blistering steam.  More yowling and laughing follows, Kita must pay off the inn keeper with a hefty sum of 300 coppers, and the two sleep off their latest humiliation then rise at dawn ready for whatever the day will bring.  

Yaji & Kita

This week I'm going to start reading the late Edo-period novel, Hizakurige, or 'A Shank's Mare Tour of the Tokaido' written by Juppensha Ikku between 1802-22.  The one and only translation into English is by Thomas Satchell from 1929.  A very old and obscure Japanese novel in a dusty translation - yawn, you may say, but the more I look into it, the more it sounds like this Laurel & Hardy meets Easy Rider tale is actually a great read.  I'll let you know.  

I came across a reference to the Satchell translation in Tsuneo Tamba's invaluable reference to Hiroshige while researching a print by the artist which turns out to be from one of Hiroshige's two incomplete series of comic views of the Tokaido based on the wanderings and bunglings of Yaji and Kita, the two main characters of the novel.  Here they are above, in my print, beside themselves with fear over a pile of burning trash(?!) (out of view to the left.)

Perhaps not the most incredible designs Hiroshige ever produced, they are still quite rare.  If anyone has other designs from either Shank's Mare series, I'd love to see them posted here.  Add a comment, or send me an email.  More on Yaji and Kita soon...

Hokusai, the movie

I will never be as hip as my friend Jay, who sent me this great little movie a few months ago.  I like this film on so many levels - soft-handed animation of Hokusai's prints, a succinct art history lesson, all wrapped in a cool lo-fi quality.

Watching Tony White's creation (made way back in 1978, buy the way) gets me thinking about how frequently Japanese prints make their way into contemporary art and design, from little ubiquitous quotes like this tee-shirt ($49.99(!) on Ebay)

to full-fledged inspiration as seen in the art of Masami Teraoka, Roger Shimomura (really obvious examples - send me yours), or a recent favorite of mine, Eva Pietzcker, and how often most viewers aren't aware of the real source material.  This can get me down worrying about how my generation or the next will ever get excited about Japanese prints, (and sure, for my sake, start collecting them.)  Then I see something like this video for a (beautiful) Jose Gonzales tune, Hand on your Heart, (thanks again, Jay) and I perk up a little.

Is appreciation and knowledge of Japanese prints dying off?  Some days it feels that way.  Are there other 30 or 40-something Japanese print collectors out there?  Are you alone among your peers, or have you been able to turn any of your friends onto prints?  How do you regard Japanese in your life given that the world of conceptual art looms so largely in art magazines, interior design, contemporary art museums, and art fairs?  Are there other painters, printmakers, or video artists out there who find Japanese print inspiration creeping into your art?  If you're out there, I'd love to hear from you.

Me and my Eyeglasses

Welcome to Megane. A place to share information and thoughts I have as I hum through my days as a Japanese print dealer.

Coming soon:

Golden Week celebrations at the Seattle Art Museum

Japanese prints in modern video art

New collection of ukiyo-e prints coming to the Art Gallery of Greater Victoria

A triptych of dreaming people by Yoshifuji

A look at Kiyoshi Saito in Time Magazine, 1956