It’s been a while since I posted any cool retro stuff from Mom — so why not take a break from all the holiday posts and introduce you to one of my all time favorites — the Japanese artist statue.
This guy lives in my built-in bookshelf in the den — alongside family photos and other important knick-knacks — and out of reach of anything or anyone (Leo, I’m talking about you) who might accidentally knock him over.
If this artist statue seems a little outside of what I normally gravitate to in a decoration, you’d be right — but this figurine it is more than just for looks — he holds memories of my childhood.
The Japanese artist statue used to be my Nana and Bob’s. They’ve had it for quite a while — I’m pretty sure that Bob brought it back from Okinawa, Japan with him (am I right Mom?). There he is sitting on the windowsill (next to a putz house???) in this photo of my Mom and her dog, Daisy back in 1969.
My memories of this Japanese artist statue are of it sitting on the bottom shelf of a small bookshelf at the end of the hallway in my Nana and Bob’s house in Mississippi. I vividly remember sitting on the floor in the hallway — my head propped up with my hands — studying every detail of this statue. I particularly loved the little pencil (it is removable!) that fits in his hand. I used to carefully take the pencil out of his hand, study it and then put it back — over and over again.
I would also study the details of the man’s face and try to figure out what he was thinking — maybe what he was going to paint or draw?
Another part of the statue I always liked — his funky hair-do.
The only marking is this small sticker on the bottom of the statue that says: “Hakata Mimasu Dolls, Japan.”
Every now and then, I still like to stop and admire this intricately crafted Japanese artist statue and think back to those moments I spent — laying in the hall at Nana and Bob’s house — studying this little Japanese artist.