Koichi Mori's Essay
Mitsukuni Misaki is a nomadic poet. Wherever he is, he maintains the hypersensitive eye and delicate heart of a traveler. And he pursues with form and color a poetic spirit that does not lend itself to words. This is why Misaki does not remain content with a particular style but departs in pursuit of new creations. Despite the numerous awards he has received to date—the Japan Kōgei Association Encouragement Price, the Japan Ceramic Art Exhibition Grand Prix / Chichibunomiya Trophy, and the Kikuchi Biennale Grand Prix—Misaki never rests on his laurels. In this sense, he is someone who chooses the same path as Saigyo and Basho.
Above is the opening section of the text I wrote for one of Misaki’s solo exhibitions. I wish to clarify though that Misaki is by no means a Romanticist. By “hypersensitive eye” I mean his sharp observation, and by “delicate heart” his unsullied dislike of falsehood. Misaki initially studied at the Faculty of Law at Chuo University to become a lawyer. But this was at a time of raging student activism, with classes often disrupted. Misaki ended up spending much of his time traveling. After concentrating on become a ceramicist, he continued to move around the country, going from one pottery locale to another. “Wandering, which allowed me to indulge myself in the pain and sweetness of walking in the wind and rain,” a passage from one of his letters, probably describes this period of his life. I sense the same wanderlust still smoldering in his heart.
Misaki’s creative approach to ceramics, which eschews the unnecessary attachment of meaning, is apparent in another of his letters, in which he wrote: “Living in a time devoid of movement, and thus feeling the need to cool down, I am ‘Rothko-ing’ (not actively doing mental activities and instead pursuing without attaching meaning the random, spontaneous images that come into my head). I am being inactive.” “Rothko” refers to the artist Mark Rothko and his paintings of color planes that spread boundlessly and cloud-like, emitting a serene radiance. Misaki’s ideal, the image of which his works express, is to live as unperturbed as the clouds spreading boundlessly in the sky.