by Lady Carlton née Katie O’Roarke, heroine of “The Blonde Samurai”
I pray you are not vexed when you discover that I shall not display naughty pictures of amorous couples embracing or saucy maids frolicking. ‘Twas but a moment of dash we Irish are wont to do when we vie for your attention.
I do wish to engage you in an idea that has been gathering in my brain for more than a fortnight and one I shall put forth without delay:
What if I could show you the story of The Blonde Samurai in pictures?
The vibrant kimonos, shimmering fan, spinning parasol, the smoky red hues of Yoshiwara–the pleasure quarters.
An intriguing thought, though a dubious one. Such a machination does not exist. Yet the popularity of shunga, Japanese woodblock prints depicting scenes from the floating world so aptly named because of its transient state, makes me believe such an idea has merit.
But how to perform such a feat?
This is where your imagination and my skill as an artiste come into play.
I believe that you find great comfort in the written word as I do, reveling in the discovery of a heart-warming story as fragrant as a cherry blossom. Its pink petals blowing in the morning breeze and fluttering with great audacity before floating down to earth with a lightness that makes you sigh.
So it is with this idea of a pink-hued dream that I shall proceed and craft pictures to go along with my words.
Believe that I have fastened together silk paintings and that I shall make them “move” by flipping through them; or that I have painted scenes on the ribs of a folding fan, then I shall open it slowly to make the scenes change from one to the next.
Imagine, if you will.
So I request that you transcend the world of London with its insufferable saffron-colored fog and the bone-chilling weather this time of year that makes you don flannel petticoats to keep the cold from darting up your backside–
And come with me back to the warm Spring of 1873 as I tell you the story of The Blonde Samurai in a most unique and charming manner…
February 2010: meet The Blonde Samurai
“She embraced the way of the warrior. Two swords. Two loves.”