Hiroshige: Disposable Creativity

Utagawa Hiroshige - ‘Cherry Blossoms on a Moonless Night Along the Sumida River’ Colour woodblock print triptych 1847-48.
Photo Matsuba Ryōko

I recently attended a splendid exhibition of the woodblock prints of Utagawa Hiroshige. (‘Artist of the Open Road’ is at the British Museum, London until 7 September 2025.)

‘[My] drawings present completely true-to-life landscapes to give people just a moment
of pleasure without the inconvenience of a long journey.’
Utagawa Hiroshige

Hiroshige was born in 1797, into a low-ranking samurai family in Edo, present-day Tokyo. It was a time of social upheaval, as Japan experienced urban expansion, famine and foreign military incursions. His work, however, offered reassurance, capturing the pleasures of bustling city life, the tranquillity of remote landscapes, the quiet calm of the country’s flowers and wildlife.

‘Suffused with scent,
each falling drop of dew releases
the chrysanthemum's perfume!’
Anonymous (1700s–early 1830s) Poem inscribed on Hiroshige's 'Pheasant and chrysanthemums'
 

Early morning visitors admire the plum garden at Kameido. Pleasure boats pack the Sumida river as fireworks explode overhead. A wealthy merchant family treads carefully through the newly fallen snow. An elegantly dressed woman clutches her fan in her teeth, pausing to adjust her sash. When a sudden rainstorm catches people unawares, they scurry for shelter. Geese settle on the fields as the evening bell tolls, and cherry trees line the street in springtime. The full moon lights a view of Edo Bay.  

'The mountains of Kai Province stretch into the distance: high peaks, low valleys, the pure running waters of the Katsura River, the magnificent views changing every ten or twenty paces – beyond words to describe, beyond my poor brush to capture.’
Utagawa Hiroshige

 Utagawa Hiroshige - 'Gion Shrine in the Snow'

Hiroshige’s images are vibrant, crammed with detail and nuance. They are also observant, witty and sympathetic. Employing bold colour gradation to give the appearance of three-dimensions, he juxtaposes large foreground subjects with distant landscapes, drawing us into a scene.

‘Sailing right along
on a three-day crescent moon,
the long-eared owl longs
for an earful of music:
the pines humming in the wind.’
Hachijintei (active 1810s–30s) Poem inscribed on Hiroshige's 'Owl on pine branch'

The samurai government had banned foreign travel since the 1630s. And so, by Hiroshige's time, domestic journeys were hugely popular. People made pilgrimages, sightseeing and business trips, along the Eastern Coast Road connecting Edo with Kyoto, the emperor's capital. Or they took the more challenging Central Mountain Road through steep passes and over precarious suspension bridges.  

We see samurai lords with their attendant retinues en route to pay their respects to the shogun. Fishmongers set up their market stalls at the waystation. Crowds of female musicians flock to the shrine at Enoshima Island. Sailboats ferry travellers across the bay. Poets visiting Mount Kanō, relax at the inn after an evening bath. While outside the rain pours persistently down.  

Utagawa Hiroshige - Nihonbashi asa no kei 日本橋 朝之景 (Nihonbashi - Morning Scene)

‘These break my heart:
red leaves coating a ground of green moss,
and cool winds crossing a sky of evening rain.
Bai Juyi (AD 772–846) Poem inscribed on Hiroshige's print ‘Between the Leaves’

The mass-production of colour woodblock prints during Hiroshige’s time enabled ordinary people to buy beautifully made but disposable images at modest prices. His best-selling designs may have been printed up to 15,000 times before the woodblocks wore down. And publishers would issue multiple variants.

Hiroshige also created designs for well over 500 uchiwa, inexpensive hand-held fans. These elegant, fragile objects - oval-shaped and set on fixed ribs with a handle - were used in the warm weather for just one season and then discarded.
 

Utagawa Hiroshige - Sudden Shower over Shin-Ōhashi Bridge and Atake, 1857

I was struck by this phenomenon of Disposable Creativity: with his affordable, accessible prints, Hiroshige was producing fleeting moments of beauty for average citizens in the midst of their hectic lives. This should perhaps inspire those of us working in the contemporary communication sector. We may be engaged in hard-nosed commercial transactions. We may occupy an insignificant part of consumers’ everyday experience. But we can still aspire to leaving our audiences with a precious moment, a brief intimacy, a fragile beauty. 

‘As, throughout the night,
more and still more dew sprang up
on their horsetail mat,
the rabbit's missus likewise
could not remain long in bed.
Kawanoya Yukisa, Poem inscribed on Hiroshige's 'Rabbits and horsetail beneath the moon'

After Hiroshige's death in 1858, European and American artists and collectors admired his work as part of the nineteenth-century movement known as Japonisme. At the exhibition you can see a faded Hiroshige print owned by Van Gogh, and the meticulous trace he made of it, so as to paint his own oil copy.  Ultimately Hiroshige’s transient art has endured.

'When the night draws on,
Crevices deep down to me.
At last my memories are free,
That let my fish loose.
Trace the spiral alone,
Here in the fifth lake.
Shadows and the silence,
Time creeps on the night.
 Fish and miller or deep sea.
Fish with eyes of blue.
Feeding on the blue seeds,
Swimming through my mind.’
Nobukazu Takemura, '
Let My Fish Loose'

No. 522

Lunch at the Spaghetti House, Holborn: Making Friends with Failure


New York Resturant - Edward Hopper, 1922

New York Resturant - Edward Hopper, 1922

'If you want to win at life every time, do not step in the ring.’
Anthony Joshua, on regaining the World Heavyweight Boxing Title

One day in the Autumn of 1991 I took my mother to the British Museum. We wandered around the galleries reflecting on Samurai armour and the Sutton Hoo helmet; pausing in front of Ramesses, reliquaries and the Rosetta Stone. Devout and Irish, she was particularly interested in the Celtic crosses and medieval church statues. I was drawn to anything Classical, and the bearded Assyrian man-beasts. I bought her a few postcards from the shop for the collection she kept in scrapbooks back at Heath Park Road.

Afterwards we adjourned to the Spaghetti House in Holborn. I ordered spaghetti bolognaise and told Mum that it wasn’t as good as the one she made at home – with Heinz tomato soup and mince from the local butchers. We chatted affectionately about Dad, her school and my siblings.

I had decided that this was the beginning of a new chapter in our relationship. I would no longer be the sullen, introverted, taciturn youth. I would be solicitous, attentive, considerate. I would take Mum out to lunch, ask her how she felt. I would be an adult.

The day went very well and, as we parted, I told Mum that next time we could visit the National Gallery together. She was surprised and amused. In her own quiet way.

A few months later she was dead.

I had made a mistake. I had left my initiative too late. I would forever be in her debt, unable to pay back all the love and affection of my childhood. And grief and guilt would cast their long shadows.

According to a recent survey of 2,000 people in the UK (Mortar/ KP), we spend 110 hours a year regretting what might have been - the equivalent of 500 waking days over a lifetime. Eight in ten people believe their lives would be better if they had taken more risks. 57% wish they had taken another job. 23% pine for past loves. 

We all walk hand-in-hand with failure and loss, with regret and remorse. And with every passing year our errors add up and accrue. They become life-companions, ghosts that are ready at any moment to tap us on the shoulder and darken the mood.

'Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.'
Salvador Dali

I was nonetheless heartened to read about another recent study, this time from the journal, Nature Communications (November 2019). Scientists at Brown University, the University of Arizona, UCLA and Princeton conducted a series of machine-learning experiments in which they taught computers simple tasks. 

The computers learned fastest when the difficulty of the problem they were addressing was such that they responded with 85% accuracy. The scientists concluded that we learn best when we are challenged to grasp something just beyond our existing knowledge. When a task is too simple, we don't learn anything new; when a task is too difficult, we fail entirely or just give up.

So learning is optimized when we fail 15% of the time. 

This has a ring of truth about it. In the creative arts practitioners have long been familiar with the concept of learning through misstep and misadventure. Failure illuminates the terrain, suggests new opportunities, and points us on the right path. It confirms that we are pioneering something new. It strengthens our resolve.

'An artist's failures are as valuable as his successes: by misjudging one thing he conforms something else, even if at the time he does not know what that something else is.'
Bridget Riley

'I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.'
Sylvia Plath

Similarly in the world of commerce, entrepreneurs and titans of industry have often celebrated the proving ground of trial and error. 

'I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.’
Thomas Edison

'The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing.'
Henry Ford

Indeed the more ambitious a business is to pioneer new categories and sectors, the more it must be prepared to countenance defeat and disappointment. Alphabet’s innovation lab, X, seeks 'radical solutions to huge problems using breakthrough technology.’ X doesn’t just acknowledge the risk of failure; it exalts it:

'If you’re not failing constantly and even foolishly, you’re not pushing hard enough.'

The truth is that failure and how we deal with it define our character. We all look over our shoulders and see a landscape of rash decisions, missed opportunities and wasted time. But, for better or worse, this is our homeland, our mother country. It makes us who we are. 

'Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.'
Truman Capote

I have resolved to be more forgiving of myself and others; to be more comfortable with my past errors of judgement. I plan to make friends with failure. 

So from now on I’m aiming to be wrong 15% of the time. That still gives me a lot to work on. I think Mum would have understood. She’d have been surprised and amused. In her own quiet way.

 'I can't eat, I can't sleep anymore.
Waiting for love to walk through the door.
I wish I didn't miss you anymore.’
Angie Stone, ‘
Wish I Didn’t Miss You’ (A Martin / G Mcfadden / J Whitehead / L Huff / I Matias)

 

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