The memory of Horiki transports me to a distant past made up of endless discussions about the making of art. For him being an artist was like a ‘priesthood’ devoted to an aesthetic vision of life enveloped in sublime beauty. He was profoundly spiritual, imbued with an archaic and primitive mysticism. Man’s life was for him a sacred representation; an absolute and pure dedication to be lived with a whisper of joy and respect for the memory and majesty of all humankind.
Giulio Mosca
Nel gennaio 2011 avevo contattato Horiki per qualche consiglio su un viaggio in Giappone. Mi indicò un amico suo (credo a Osaka) da incontrare e qualche posto da visitare. Purtroppo la grande onda spazzò via la costa est giapponese, provocando la tragedia nucleare a Fukushima.
I met the artist Horiki in 1969 in Turin, a city in northern Italy. I was teaching aikidō in Turin at the time and in 1969, there were about ten Japanese people living in the city, all working in the automotive industry (Turin is a city with a flourishing car industry), Italian cuisine and Japanese martial arts.
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