Who left the ink on?! The Floating World of the Japanese Renaissance

Suzuki Harunobu, 'Young Samurai Viewing Cherry Blossoms as a Mitate of Prince Kaoru', 1767.
Japanese art is awesome, and the 17th Century is when things really started to jump and jive. War was giving way to peace, transforming an ocean of blood into a river of ink that mingled with gold, pigment, and poetry to flow across ceramics, walls, and woodblocks in the service of art and its patrons.
To spend time in Edo’s palaces and pleasure districts is to spend time in spontaneous brushwork, elegant dress, reverie and romance; a time when the simple act of pouring a cup of tea could carry you out of the everyday and into the sublime.
I invite you to wander through this world with me and experience how changing your way of seeing can dissolve the boundary that lies between you and Art.
* For those of you unable to travel, I also offer this tour online.