from "Mount Fuji" A draughtsman's draughtsman, Hokusai at 70
thought he'd begun to grasp the structures of birds and beasts, insects and fish, of the way
plants grow, hoped that by 90 he'd have
penetrated to their essential nature. And more, by 100, I will have reached the stage
where every dot, every mark I make will be
alive. You always loved that resolve, you'd repeat...
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