Shogun Art Exhibition
In my dreams I hear the distant rumble of horse hooves striking the ground leaving impressions in the dew soaked grass. A top of each horse a rider who sits firmly in place, back taught with pride and anticipation. Clad in iron and leather fashioned by skilled smiths who poured their soul into each hammered rivet and every delicate lacquered brush stroke. The Samurai of legend sees in his mind’s eye the upcoming encounter. Absorbing the warm rays of the sun as if storing energy for his soul. He sees his goal. Purposeful perfection in what may be his last moment.
I am profoundly moved by the honor to show some of the finest armor available. A sense of responsibility sometimes overwhelms me when I realize that I am a custodian of such meaning pieces of history.
Many think we are left with just the romantic notion of what the Samurai were all about and what they stood for. But we have something more, what has survived of their armor. What they fought in and sometimes died in. I hope for those of you that are fortunate enough to obtain one of these treasures you take a brief moment to remember who the Samurai were, what they stood for and what their armor meant to them.
Long live the Samurai.