The wooden walks of Mendocino echo Zacha for me.
He always asked me if I wanted a cup of tea. His large
chiseled face and basso voice thundering throughout his studio, he accepted my
refusal with a delicate toasting of his giant hand and small cup. Not a handsome man I thought, features too
large even for his massive face and head. Yet there was promise in his eyes and
a delicate edge to his smile. When I asked about Toshi Yoshida, his head tilted
and he explained wood-block prints to me and his friendship with Toshi. He was so proud of Toshi’s work, always modest
of his own. He introduced me to a world I would forever want to sip.
The wooden walks of Mendocino echo Zacha for me.
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