Animals run away when frightened, or stay and put up a fight. Would animals benefit from another option? What would it be? Run away, stay and fight, or…

Animals run away when frightened, or stay and put up a fight. Would animals benefit from another option? What would it be? Run away, stay and fight, or…

A work in progress. Work. Hard. Making sure the ink is on the paper as intended. I don’t have a plan. No intention other than making the ink go on the paper. If I put… “as intended,” then it would suggest a loop. Suggest a loop. Suggest a loop. Suggest a loop. Yeah. Yeah. clickety-bang, bang. Woop, woop… !

Mt. Fuji is one of a few symbols of Japan. There are many people who climb this mountain every year. I take pictures, and manipulate the pictures of Mt. Fuji. How does Mt. Fuji factor into your life?

When you’re in the compartment, it seems stationary. The stuff going bye isn’t important. It’s the imagined future. It’s what you’re pulling toward you. That’s the thing. The part of us that needs to fulfill another part. Something is seeking a resting point. Something is looking for a point to be. To exist. It will find that point, instantaneously becoming restless.

It isn’t always easy creating a bulb. It isn’t always difficult either. With that statement, anything is possible. I present this render as an example of what’s possible. It’s an example. It’s not copyrightable.

You are the top earner at your company. You realize that your success is due in part to the existence of the company. You decide to forgo the entire bonus and return the majority to the pot. Your benefits, aside from the initial compensation, are a more enjoyable work environment, and the pleasure of service. You never miss an opportunity to share.
Near the end of 2005, I drew this ballpoint image. It was done. But why. I do not remember. I’m thinking I gave it to someone, but maybe it’s filed away to be dealt with, as the plan goes, at a later time. There’s always later. Later is always.

We’re on the train, relaxing. It’s a bit late. Most people are quiet. The repetitive noises lull us to the edge of disconnect. The bam! A train passes opposite, the concussion of wind gives instant rattle to the windows. Relax no more! Funny, no one seems to notice.
The man had a reason to wear red. It’s vibrant, where most colors are not. It stands out. He is a man of service. His clothing speaks. It says you can be helped if help is required. He provides comfort. He is a man who wears red. He is a respectable man.
I have a message for you…
This train is relatively slow. It’s slower than airplanes and cheetahs. It’s faster than me (in a straight line). The Tamagawa sen. The Tamagawa line. The fast slow train I ride often. Lights on, docking at the train port. The train eki. The densha station. What’s in a name?
The Shinkansen travels by fast. It’s a high-speed train on rails that are polished smooth by the train moving at a high rate of speed due in part to the very smooth rails that were polished by the train.
Balcony views expressed from a balcony isn’t what I set out to do, but considering I was planless, its existence has significance (in, and of itself).
Not finished. Ever not. Finished ever it isn’t. Hell, maybe it’ll be worth showing in its larval stage. You can’t ever tell in these kinds of situations, so tread lightly, but keep going forward, never quit. I’ll find you.
