(fuji-san)
We are the same as the mountain. The mountain is the same as all other things.
From a certain perspective, it is easy to see. Other times, it is more difficult.
Still it is all the same. We are all the same.
All gods come from deep within the mountain.
-PB
glass by Peter Balogh/SM
photos by Victoria Filanosky
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Many thanks to Mr. Beau Timken for his kindness, opening space for the project.
(molotov cocktail) series 2 no. 1
glass by Peter Balogh/SM
‘om’ symbol by Sonya Genel
photo by Victoria Filanosky
‘Untitled’ by Victoria Filanosky
Rebel XSi Digital SLR camera by Canon, 18-55 lens
glass by Peter Balogh/SM
(wandering jizo) series 1 no. 4
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Hayes Valley Playground and Education Center, San Francisco, 2011
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glass by Peter Balogh/SM
soft sculpture by David Gardella / www.davidgardella.etsy.com
glass etching by Sonya Genel / www.sonyagenel.com
photos by Victoria Filanosky
(wandering jizo) series 1 no. 3
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Grace Cathedral, San Francisco, 2011
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glass by Peter Balogh/SM
painting by Sonya Genel / www.sonyagenel.com
photos by Victoria Filanosky
(wandering jizo) series 1 no. 2
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Hayes Valley, San Francisco, 2011
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glass by Peter Balogh/SM
photos by Victoria Filanosky
(wandering jizo) series 1 no. 1
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Lands End, San Francisco, 2011
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glass by Peter Balogh/SM
design and glass etching by Sonya Genel / www.sonyagenel.com
photos by Victoria Filanosky
’Illusion’ by Victoria Filanosky
Rebel XSi Digital SLR camera by Canon, 18-55 lens, source of light: sunlight
glass by Peter Balogh/SM
(shape) series 3 no. 5
Ocean Beach, San Francisco, 2011
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“… the teacher Jizo appears.
All gently he comes, and says to the weeping infants:
Be not afraid, dears! be never fearful!
Poor little souls, your lives were brief indeed!
Too soon you were forced to make the weary journey to the Meido,
The long journey to the region of the dead!
Trust to me! I am your father and mother in the Meido,
Father of all children in the region of the dead.
And he folds the skirt of his shining robe about them;
So graciously takes he pity on the infants.
To those who cannot walk he stretches forth his strong shakujo;
And he pets the little ones, caresses them, takes them to his loving bosom
So graciously he takes pity on the infants.”
excerpt from ‘The Legend of the Humming of the Sai-no-Kawara’, a hymn by Lafcadio Hearn
