“That light hanging from the ceiling was given to my grandfather by Noguchi Isamu.” That’s Mitsuaki-san, casually name-dropping as he pointed at the beautiful round light hanging from the ceiling. As we sat seiza position in an old Edo period house in the middle of a Kyoto summer, it felt like the room was 100 degrees and a waterfall of sweat was forming underneath my face mask… However, I was happy to be in that gorgeous tatami mat-floored room surrounded by legacy and creativity.