Ethereal. Subtle. Soft. Warm.
These words come to mind when I view Tokiko Anderson's work. It's like experiencing an embracing kiss, or a soft word, or gentle caress. The warmth Tokiko's work exudes is healing in ways, and speaks to the soul. A comforting feeling glows within each piece, and I can't help feeling a gentle peace flood through me like the turning of the seasons, combined with a lightness and feeling - I can almost hear a violin played in the far distance like a passing emotion every time I contemplate her artwork.
Tokiko's work consists of personal stories, music, and everyday observations captured in simple elegance coupled with a magical, ethereal quality.
She speaks of her life in America, how at age 60 she began to learn to live with the flow thus affecting her art, and how the absence of lines in an artwork creates a vision beyond.
|Deep in autumn|
Long ago When fishes swam upper river against the current and
the deer rustled leaves deep into the mountain, the nature told us
The fall was deepening and the winter was near.
|And if that's not lovin' me|
|It was fascination I know|
|Mary had a little lamb|
|drop of spring|
|beautiful blue Danube|