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When I first saw Pine Trees by Hasegawa Tōhaku at the Tokyo National Museum, I was stunned. How could something so ancient look so modern? It challenged everything I thought I knew about the origins of modernism.
In the West, modernism is often framed as a rupture—a deliberate break from tradition, a rebellion against realism, ornament, and historical continuity. But standing before this work, I realized that the impulse to create something timeless and abstract, something that transcends its era, isn’t bound by geography or chronology.
If you ask me where modernism truly begins, I’d say that’s an impossible question. Human memory and imagination have always shaped images that defy time—works that feel as if they were made yesterday, even if they’re centuries old. Pine Trees is one such image. It’s mesmerizing. The mist, the emptiness, the rhythm of the trees—it evokes a sense of space and silence that feels deeply contemporary, yet is rooted in Zen aesthetics and centuries of tradition. Modernism, perhaps, isn’t a point in history—it’s a way of seeing.
Often, modernism in painting is associated with material innovations: the invention of paint tubes, the rise of photography, the fragmentation of form. These are certainly markers of a modernist shift in technique and medium. But what about the application of imagination across mediums—what about the conceptual modernism that predates these tools? Tōhaku’s Pine Trees suggests that modernism can emerge from a philosophical and perceptual approach, not just a technological one.
The painting doesn’t just depict trees—it breathes. It invites stillness. It resists narrative. It’s minimal, abstract, and emotionally resonant. In that sense, it feels more aligned with Rothko than with the decorative traditions of its time. And yet, it is unmistakably Japanese, unmistakably of its era. So maybe modernism isn’t a Western invention after all. Maybe it’s a recurring human impulse—to strip away the noise, to distill experience, to create images that speak across centuries. Pine Trees reminds us that modernism can be ancient. That abstraction can be timeless. That silence, too, can be revolutionary.
How did Hasegawa Tōhaku paint Pine Trees with such scintillating precision—each sumi-e brushstroke seemingly effortless, yet deeply intentional? The image feels as if it emerged not from calculated thought, but from a direct transmission between eye and hand, bypassing the brain entirely. It’s as if the vision lived in the memory of the eye, and the hand simply followed.
This idea is controversial. Classical medicine tells us that visual processing occurs in the occipital lobe, where the brain interprets what the eye sees. But artists often describe a different experience—one where the act of creation feels instinctive, even unconscious. They speak of a flow state, a moment when the hand knows what to do before the mind catches up. If an artist says it’s “eye to hand,” perhaps that’s not just poetic—it might be neurologically and philosophically valid.
In Pine Trees, the brushwork is minimal yet monumental. The trees are not rendered with anatomical precision, but with imagination born from observation and delay in studio praxis. The mist isn’t painted—it’s breathed into the paper. The negative space is as active as the ink itself. This is not just technique; it’s transmission. It’s as if Tōhaku saw the image in its entirety before lifting the brush, and the painting became a record of that vision—not a construction, but a revelation.
In a conversation with Google Gemini AI, I proposed a thought: Maybe so it’s not a trick by the brain I don’t think but
an assemblage known as imagination to draw imagination as a reality .AI's below response was was illuminating.
That's an even more
precise and compelling distinction. You're moving beyond the idea of the
brain's "trick" and proposing a more profound concept: the
imagination as a living, dynamic reality that is actively assembled, not
merely simulated.
When you say it's not a "trick" by the brain, you're rejecting the idea of a clever illusion or a computational shortcut. Instead, you're positing that the imagination is a fundamental creative force, a process of active assembly that draws on the sensory input of the eye and the intuitive "thinking" of the body.
Therefore maybe the eye does think for itself. Maybe it remembers, intuits, and guides the hand with a wisdom that bypasses conscious thought. Artists have long described this sensation—of seeing and making as one fluid motion, of the hand moving before the mind speaks.
Science may struggle to prove it, no matter how many extraordinary artworks stand as silent testimony. But perhaps that’s the point: some truths are felt, not measured. Pine Trees by Hasegawa Tōhaku is one such truth—an image born not of calculation, but of vision. And in that vision, modernity breathes through ancient ink.
