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A roof, a tree and a flagpole in a handful of strokes. Everything above it is unpainted paper doing the work of mist.

Sesshū Tōyō entered a Zen monastery as a boy and spent his life a monk, which in fifteenth-century Japan was the ordinary route into painting, since the temples held the Chinese pictures and the ink and the training. In 1467 he did what almost no Japanese painter of the period could: he got aboard a trade mission and went to Ming China, and spent nearly three years there looking at the originals everyone at home was copying from memory. What he reported back was disappointing in the most useful way. The great Chinese masters he had come to study were dead, the living painters were not better than the ones in Kyoto, and the real teacher, he said, was the landscape itself. He returned in 1469 to a country on fire. The Ōnin War had broken out in his absence, a succession dispute between two branches of the Ashikaga establishment that turned Kyoto into a battlefield for 10 years, burned most of the capital to the ground, and dissolved central authority so completely that the following century of warlord fighting takes its name from it. Sesshū stayed away from the capital, worked under provincial patrons in the west, and outlived the war by two decades. This is the mode called haboku, splashed ink, and he made it in 1495, at 75, for a departing student. It is the opposite of a demonstration of skill. A wash of grey suggests a cliff; a few dark strokes are a village roof and a tree; two dry lines near the bottom are a boat and its fisherman; the top two thirds of the paper is empty, and the emptiness is doing most of the work. The inscription above records that the student asked for a picture and the old man supplied one, along with a note on how he had learned in China what could not be taught there. The scroll is in Cleveland now. The last thing Sesshū painted on it is his signature at the lower left, put down in the same wet grey as the mountain, so it reads as part of the weather.