San Anselmo 5
Sensei is more than my boss. He is my teacher, my master, my sensei.
And his rules are simple: one mind one body one soul yet autonomy, sincerity
and honor. But above all beauty. We don't like ugly, he always
tells us. Ugly sucks! (But the kind of beauty he is talking
about is the kind of beauty that makes sense to a woman who's dying alone
with her deepest, darkest pain. So he would want me to tell him what
she dreams about late at night when her medication is wearing out, the
kind of sunrise she wants to see in the morning, the kinds of walls and
ceilings she can live with when she suddenly realizes this ceiling will
be the last image she'll download from earth. That's the beauty I
have to hold in my hands. That's the beauty that has to be the essence
of this design.
