Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the lig — Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
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Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the light of joy, the shadow of sadness. The masterpiece is of ourselves, as we are of the masterpiece.

— Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
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