#202 This road, with no one traveling on it—autumn dusk.
| Size： | about 136×35 cm |
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| Dressing： | framed |
What kind of verse?
| verse: | Kono michi ya, yuku hito nashi ni, aki no kure |
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| (imho): | This road, with no one traveling on it—autumn dusk. |
| poet: | Matsuo, Bashō |
| in: | in 1694 |
brief comment
The endless autumn road stretches on, with no sign of travelers either ahead or behind. In this scene, Bashō’s indescribable sense of loneliness comes through.
Even though he was a highly successful haiku poet with many disciples, Bashō eventually reached such a state of mind. He is no longer a saint, but rather someone who feels relatable with a touch of human warmth.
I attempted to connect with Bashō’s feelings by expressing the long, unending road through the length of the central line in this piece.