When I reached the underground entrance tunnel, designed by Raku Kichizaemon himself, which leads to the rooms of the Raku Kichizaemon-Kan, I realised that I was also beginning a journey into a very different dimension of time and spirituality. The place is enshrouded in darkness. The cement walls are painted in a shade with that dove-grey that appears only in Japanese chromatic scales. They seem to have traces of vertical wood grain produced by the moulds. The route leading from the waiting room to the tea ceremony room, and then to the exhibition of Raku Kichizaemon’s work, winds its unpredictable way ten metres below the surface of the lake between compelling objects: black granite from Zimbabwe, monoliths of oriental wood, rice paper, wheat straw, plexiglass, water, crystal, and natural and artificial light. In this place, you perceive the weight of time, and the pale physicality of the natural light that filters down from above. The light brings with it the motion of the water in the lake: it draws with moving, endlessly varying shadows the walls of a large room with a rough log floor. The place has enormous power2. The spaces for waiting and purification before a ceremony tell you this. There is a sense of being elevated. You feel the tenuousness of appearances, the transience of time and of human existence, and the beauty of nature that you can sense but not see. There is a feeling of ritual and Buddhist philosophy. Raku Kichizaemon dedicated five years of his life to the planning of this special building3. He designed everything in detail. He travelled to different countries to select all the materials. He made an accurate scale model of the building and the museum spaces. Finally, he laid his work in the showcases and placed a gardenia flower in a bamboo cane hanging at the entrance.
