Laurence P. Roberts
in his A Dictionary of Japanese Artists (p. 203) says that Yoshitaki
"From about 1860 to 1880 [was] the leading designer of actor prints in
Osaka." However, Roberts adds: "His work...did not escape the general
decline of quality in the print field that set in during the second half of
the 19th century." While this artist may not have been a creative genius he
may also have been a product of his age. His milieu, the zeitgeist, the
alignment of the planets: No matter what particular influences you believe
in Yoshitaki had to have been a product of his age. How many potential
Jackson Pollacks lived in ancient Babylon? How many unleashed Rembrandts
rode with Genghis Khan? There must have been some, but they had the bad luck
to be born out of time and place. Surely this was one of the cosmic jokes
which plagued Yoshitaki.
In a remarkable
short story by Franz Kafka, "A Hunger Artist", the author tells us that
large crowds once would pay good money to watch a man in a cage starve
himself. The longer he fasted the more people wanted to watch. But the times
changed and interests waned. Fasting became a solitary pursuit and Kafka's
hero practiced an art no one cared for anymore. By way of analogy, that is
what happened Yoshitaki. He came along at a time when ukiyo-e was on the
decline. Still, he wasn't a bad artist. He even had an advantage: Yoshitaki
was a pupil of Yoshiume, a name which does not quickly come to mind, but
Yoshiume was taught by Kuniyoshi.
Back in the late
1980s, give or take a year, I went to hear an elderly - no ancient -
pianist. He was forty-five minutes late on stage because they couldn't rouse
him from his nap. When they did he was cranky as hell. Slowly he lumbered
across the stage to the piano and I swear - no lie - it must have taken him
two to three minutes just to sit down. When he finally did and touched flesh
to keys he was brilliant. The audience loved him and brought him back for
something like six encores. Poor man. This was Mieczyslaw Horszowski who by
then was nearly one hundred years old. But that is not my point. My point is
that he came out of an era in which he was blessed by his connections.
Horzowski's mother had been a pupil of one of Chopin's students. Later in
Vienna Horzowski studied with a student of a student of Beethoven's. Such
lineage does not lie. That is why when I tell you that Yoshitaki had been a
pupil of a pupil of Kuniyoshi's it actually means something. Some level of
standards and quality had to be maintained. At least they had in these two
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