On a recent morning, I looked out my bedroom window and noticed how beautiful the dried golden grasses looked against the snow. When I took my camera out to explore them, my mind was full of the compositional ideas of Japanese Rinpa art with its form and emptiness, which I recently wrote about here. The grasses were graceful notes upon the whiteness, from a simple mark, alone, to lines of arching stems.
Snow as empty ground, as of plain or gilded paper, with the traceries of fluid marks above.
Pale gold stems arc and reach, as though to animate the bare snow.
Three stems, with fine, expressive leaves, are delicate ink drawings on a fine white ground.
Two grasses, caught under snow, make curved structures above, large and small, complex and simple, a relationship across emptiness.