My master now seems to know he will never be a painter. He wrote this in his diary.
I met a man at today’s meeting. I heard that he has played a lot in the past. He looks like it. That type of men are like by women, so they can't help but a play a lot. And I heard that his wife used to be a geisha. I am jealous. As for people would who say that they are players, most them art aren’t. Most of them pretend to be experts. They go down a path they don't have to. It's like my painting. We aren’t made to do it, but we do it anyway even though we will never become masters of it. If a person could be a player by just drinking sake at restaurants and being a at places to play, then I could be a painter, too. But my paintings are better if they are not painted.
I can't agree with my master’s way of thinking about players or his feeling about a geisha wife. He's a teacher. But I do agree with his thougts of on his paintings. He knows that they are bad.
Then, the friend who knows are art visited my master again.
How is painting?
I followed your advice to sketch. It has helped me.
Actually, that was all a lie.
What?
The great Italian paiter story. I made it up. I didn’t think you would believe me.
I listened to their conversation from the porch. I wonder what my Master was going to write on in his diary today.
I like to make jokes like that. I find it quite funny if people believe me. But this is a real story. Leonardo da Vinch made his students sketch a dirty spot of a temple wall. So maybe if you look long and carefully at a spot on a bathroom wall, you might see a wonderful design made from cracks and rain spots.
Are you playing a joke on me again?
No, this is a true story. It sounds strange just like da Vinch, right?
It is strange.
My master seemed to have half believe. But I have not seen him paint inside a bathroom yet.
Time passes. My master goes to school every day. When he comes home, he doesn't come out of his study. And whenever he has guests, he says that he doesn't like being a teacher. He rarely paints now.
As for me, I don't get any good food, so I am not fat. But I am healthy and live each day as it comes. I don't catch any mice. No one has named me yet, but I can't wish for everything. So for as long as I live, I will be a name as nameless cat in this teacher’s house.