THE origin of the Yamato race, who drove the aboriginal
Ainu before them into Yezo and the Kurile Islands, in order to establish the
Empire of the Rising Sun, is so lost in the sea-mists out of which they sprang,
that it is impossible to divine the source of their art-instincts. Whether they
were a remnant of the Accadians who mingled their blood with that of
Indo-Tartaric nations, in the passage along the coasts and islands of
south-eastern Asia; or whether they were a division of the Turkish hordes who
found their way through Manchuria and Korea to settle early in the
Indo-Pacific; or whether they were the descendants of the Aryan
emigrants who pushed through the Kashmirian passes, to be
lost amongst the Turanian tribes forming the Thibetans, Nepalese, Siamese, and
Burmese, and to bring the added power of Indian symbolism to the children of
the Yang-tse-Kiang valley, are questions still in the clouds of archæological
conjecture.
The dawn of history reveals them as a compact race, fierce
in war, gentle in the arts of peace, imbued with traditions of solar descent
and Indian mythology, with a love of poetry, and a great reverence for womanhood.
Their religion, known as Shinto, or the Path of Gods, was the simple rite of
ancestor-worship - honouring the manes of the fathers who were gathered to the
groups of Kami or gods, on the mystic mountain Takamagahara, the highland of
Ama - an Olympus which had the Sun-Goddess as its central figure. Every family
in Japan claims descent from the gods who followed the grandson of the
Sun-Goddess
in his descent upon the island, by the eight-rayed pathway
of the clouds, thus intensifying the national spirit which clusters round the
unity of the Imperial throne. We always say "We come of Ama," but
whether we mean the sky, or the sea, or the Land of Rama (?) there is nothing,
save the simple old rites of the Tree, the Mirror, and the Sword, to tell.
The waters of the waving rice-fields, the variegated
contour of the archipelago, so conducive to individuality, the constant play of
its soft-tinted seasons, the shimmer of its silver air, the verdure of its
cascaded hills, and the voice of the ocean echoing about its pine-girt shores -
of all these was born that tender simplicity, that romantic purity, which so
tempers the soul of Japanese art, differentiating it at once from the leaning
to monotonous breadth of the Chinese, and from the tendency to overburdened
richness of Indian art. That innate love of cleanness which, though sometimes
detrimental to grandeur, gives its exquisite finish to our
industrial and decorative art, is probably nowhere to be found in Continental
work.
The temples of Isé and Idzumo, sacred shrines of immaculate
ancestrism, with their toris and rails so reminiscent of Indian torans, are
preserved in pristine exactness by having their youth renewed every two decades
in their original forms - beautiful in their unadorned proportions.
The dolmens, whose shapes are significant, in their
relation to the original stupa, and suggestive as the prototype of the lingam,
hold stone and terra-cotta coffins of fine form, covered sometimes with designs
of considerable artistic merit, and containing implements of worship and
personal decoration, which display highly finished workmanship in bronze, in
iron, and in various-coloured stones. The terra-cotta figurines placed round
the burial mound, and supposed to represent
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more ancient human sacrifices at the grave, often attest
the artistic ability of the primitive Yamato race. Yet the influx of the
matured arts of the Hâng dynasty of China, which reached us in this early
stage, overwhelmed us with the wealth of an older culture, and completely
absorbed our æsthetic energy in a new effort on another and higher plane.
What Japanese art would have been if our civilisation had
stood bereft of this Hang influence, and of the Buddhism which reached us
later, it is difficult to imagine. Who dares to conjecture what Greece might have failed to attain, notwithstanding her vigorous artistic instinct, had she
been deprived of the Egyptian, the Pelasgian, or the Persian background? What
would not have been the bareness of Teutonic art, if divorced from
Christianity, and from contact with the Latin culture of the Mediterranean
races? We can only say that the original spirit of our primitive art has never
been allowed
to die. It modified the tilted roofs of Chinese
architecture by the delicate curves of the Kasuga style, in Nara. It imposed
their feminine refinement on the creations of Fujiwara. It impressed the purity
of the sword-soul on the solemn art of Ashikaga. And as the stream courses on
under masses of fallen foliage, it still ever and anon reveals its brilliance,
and feeds the vegetation by which it is concealed.
Apart from this, her unassailable original destiny, the
geographical position of Japan would seem to have offered her the intellectual
rôle of a Chinese province or an Indian colony. But the rock of our race-pride
and organic union has stood firm throughout the ages, notwithstanding the
mighty billows that surged upon it from the two great poles of Asiatic
civilisation.
The national genius has never been overwhelmed. Imitation
has never taken the place of a free creativeness. There has always been
abundant energy for the
acceptance and re-application of the influence received,
however massive. It is the glory of Continental Asia that her touch upon Japan has made always for new life and inspiration: it is the most sacred honour of the
race of Ama to hold itself invincible, not in some mere political sense alone,
but still more and more profoundly, as a living spirit of Freedom, in life, and
thought, and art.
It was this consciousness that fired the warlike Empress
Zhingu to brave the seas, for the protection of the tributary kingdoms in Korea, in face of the Continental Empire. It was this which dismayed the all-powerful
Yodai, of the Zui dynasty, by calling him "Emperor of the Land of the Setting
Sun." It was this which defied the arrogant menace of Kublai Khan in the
full zenith of a victory and conquest that was to overpass the Ural ranges into
Moscow. And it is for Japan herself never to forget that it is by right of
this same heroic spirit that she stands
to-day face to face with new problems, for which she needs
still deeper accessions of self-reverence.
NOTES
The simple old rites of the
Tree, the Mirror, and the Sword. - The tree referred to is the Sakaki, or tree of the gods., upon
which are hung pieces of brocade, silk, linen, cotton and paper, cut in special
devices. The Mirror and the Sword form part of the Imperial insignia, handed on
by the Sun-goddess to her grandson when he descended upon the islands. Shinto
shrines contain nothing but a mirror. The Sword, supposed to have been taken
from the tail of a dragon killed by Susasmo, the Storm-God, is specially
worshipped at Atsuta.
The temples of Isé and Idzumo. - The temple of Isé is the shrine of the
Sun-Goddess. It is in the district of Yamada, in the province of Isé, in Central Japan. The temple of Idzumo is the shrine of the descendants of the Storm-God,
who were sovereigns of Japan before the descent of the grandson of the
Sun-Goddess on the country. It is situated in the province of Idzumo, on the northern coast of Japan. The temples of Isé and Idzumo are built entirely of
wood, and each has two alternative sites, on one of which it is rebuilt, in the
exact original form, every twenty years. The style is suggestive of development
from the architecture of the bamboo cottage, or
the log hut, still to be seen in
great numbers on the south-eastern coast of Asia. It does not suggest a tent.
The Kasuga Style in Nara. - The Kasuga style is a
development of the Shinto style of Isé and Idzumo. It is characterised by very
delicate curves, which take the place on the one hand of the straight lines of
Yamato architecture, and on the other of the exuberant canvas-like curves of
the Chinese.
The arrogant menace of Kublai
Khan. - Kublai Khan, after
his conquest of China, sent an embassy, calling upon Japan to surrender. A
peremptory refusal was followed by an invasion of some of the outlying islands.
Then, while the Japanese waited, guarding their coasts, a great cloud was seen
to rise at night from the temple of Isé, and, in the storm which resulted, the
fleet of the invaders, with its ten thousand ships and million men, was utterly
destroyed, only three men escaping with their lives. This was the divine wind
of Isé, and to this day each sect claims that it was raised by the power of its
supplication. This is the only occasion in history on which the rulers of China adopted an aggressive policy towards Japan.