Takashi was born in japan but he would never leave Valencia
Shokunin is a Japanese word for which craftsman falls short but masteris too generous; in rural Japan, shokunin is a summer gatherer. Seen this way, Takashi has part of shakunin: he collects everything he sees on his walks through the Oceanogràfic so that he can plant it once he arrives at his workshop.
One condition that I would put on all cities to live in is that they have a sea close. It is also the condition that Takashi put when at the age of 19 he traveled 11,000km leaving everything behind. Nineteen years is usually more or less the age at which the most unthinkable things are done.
The funny thing about this story is not that Takashi traveled so many kilometers to come to live in Valencia, but that he came chasing the sea. The same sea that feeds, at the same time, your creativity and your fear.
There is a temptation to idealize the unknown, always latent. Life is a paradox in itself, but what to do when friend and enemy are the same?
They have an unspoken pact: I guess in the end that’s how all admiration relationships work. One talks and the other listens. Without pretensions or demands.
If the inspiration is to feel that you are floating in a sea of ideas, few better places occur to me than the oceanografic. He neither!