Yesterday I posted Under the Great Wave off Kanagawa, painted by Hokusai. I told its story and asked some questions about it, part of my inner dialogue about this great poetic painting.
Imagine you are a 21st century Hokusai, seeing the picture in this post. Fuji and the sunset overwhelm the city, but will you paint it that way? The city also captures our view. Is that the poetic content for the 21st century? Does nature gradually disappear from our view, as we network on our iPhones? Are there so many people that we can no longer find silence?
Maybe we can find silence by looking at art painted in the 1820s, by our great-great-grandfathers. What do they have to say to us, about our 21st century? Do we listen? Is the past relevant to us?