John Rosenfield was the single most inspiring teacher and mentor I have ever had the privilege to know. He delivered some of the first lectures I heard on Japanese Art when he chaperoned some of the first Associated Kyoto Program tours to famous temples (his daughter Sarah was a fellow student that year), and then when I was a graduate student at Harvard, he edited my first publication. During one graduate seminar in Japanese painting, we students were all stumped for an answer to one of his questions. After a long silence, he said, "Come *on*, colleagues." To be addressed by such an authority as a "colleague," however undeservedly, was unforgettable and galvanizing. We all thought of him as a bodhisattva. He was a fine scholar, and a fine human being.