Mingwei-san used colorful thread to mend a pair of my son's jeans he'd managed to rip with his bicycle pedal.
Mingwei-san kindly told my son that the embroidery might come off when he got back on his bike, but not to worry.
It was the most wonderfully warm feeling, as if he had mended our hearts as well with that beautiful thread.

First I chose a flower that took my fancy. Then taking a different route to usual, headed home, wondering who would be the recipient. As it turned out, someone I spotted singing and playing the guitar at my local train station. Passing by once, I then decided he was the one, and went back, thinking that I should also convey my heartfelt thank you on that cold night (for singing and playing). Witnessing his joy was the most moving thing of all.

This was my first experience of music in an art museum, so it all felt quite mysterious.
The spotlight shone solely on me and the singer, and it was such a wonderful, special feeling to have a song sung exclusively for me.

Conversation buzzed among guests who were strangers to each other, with several little circles forming, and as host I too enjoyed witnessing all those new "relationships" emerging.
There was even one guest so impressed by Sonic Blossom that they broke into song in The Living Room (laughs).

It was all very fresh and interesting.
Too accustomed, I suppose, to the usual mode of art appreciation, I was blown away by exhibits that made me sense space, time, connections with others and the breadth of those connections, all in the same instant!