The document summarizes key aspects of Japanese gardens, including how their design elements like water and bridges represent the flow of time and transitions between existing and not existing. It also notes how being absorbed in a garden's journey can make one feel like an outside observer of the garden. The arrangement of the garden with warm water and cool gleaming red lines is described as having an ironic contrast but not excessive irony or sophistication. Just as with great music or life, a great garden can provide experiences that both delight and potentially deceive the observer.

1. Japanese
Gardens
Photos by William Corey
(1949 - 2008)
Created: Rodica Stătescu
Source: INTERNET
Automatic transition

2. Water and bridges represent the flow of time, the movements of arriving
and departing, of coming into existence and passing out of it.

3. A person who is absorbed in a garden, who has felt that only the garden, so to
speak, is his companion on a pleasant journey, suddenly realizes at a certain point
that he exists there as nothing more than one who is looking at the garden from the
outside.

4. The whole arrangement may perhaps seem to be an ironical design contrasting the warm, serenity of the water
with the cool, rather human capriciousness of gleaming red lines, but in fact we find here neither an excessive
irony nor an exaggerated sophistication.

5. Just as we experience great music, just as we experience life itself, we can experience a great garden.
Again, just as we can be deceived by life, so we can be deceived by a great garden.

13. I listen to the voices, and when i out down what the voices say,
It's right. Something I don't like what they say, but I don't
change it.

14. When you begin a picture, you often make pretty discoveries. You must be on guard against these.
Destroy the thing: do it over several times. In each destroying of a beautiful discovery, the artist
does not really suppress it, but rather transform it, condenses it, makes it more substantial. What
comes out in the end is the result of discarded finds. Otherwise you become your own connoisseur. I
sell myself nothing.
Pablo Picasso

36. The End