Behind our bed is a carved and painted screen depicting a Japanese pavilion on the shores of a golden lake. All is still and ripple-less save for the bow wave of a light bark coming back to shore from an excursion out upon the stillness. Women in kimonos promenade on boardwalks linking a pavilion to another place off-screen. There is a gentle breeze making the supple branches of a lone tree sway. My wife picked it up in a flea market and it enchants me. It is relaxing not only because of the subject but because the execution doesn’t concern ... More » »