So the bird just perched there. It didn’t fly away. Come on bird, how can I know if you love me if you never leave in order to return? Stupid bird.
Posts Tagged ‘2005’
Set it free, 2005.
Friday, May 7th, 2010Red spawns, 2005.
Friday, May 7th, 2010It’s not unlike the thing that has a will, in that it wanted to stick to the wall and just hang there. Did it also will me to take its picture?
Green ball speckled street, 2005.
Thursday, May 6th, 2010It’s a green ball on the speckled street. It’s so obvious that there isn’t any reason to describe it, yet there it is – a green ball on the speckled street.
(thē) Pen, 2005.
Monday, April 19th, 2010Although this isn’t the pen I do my highest end, top-shelf, crème de la crème ballpoint pen drawings, it is (thē) Pen. The pens I use for my highest, tightest pics are disposable (if you can frickin’ believe that!). But this pen, or (thē) Pen, is the one I carry around with me, and the one that I’ve been using for some other types of pics that have weaved their way into my brain and have become a part of me. Like my fingernails, only different.
A pole to stop a train, part 2, 2005.
Monday, March 8th, 2010There are times when this caution pole could come in handy. For example, if you want to tie a burglar to a pole, this would be the one. It is low enough to force the burglar in a crouching, or sitting position. As everyone knows, that limits the burglar’s movements, and the burglar would be less able to attack you in a surprise comeback. Of course, the ropes and duct tape also can help. I’d like to duct tape a burglar to a caution pole. That’s a dream worth realizing.
A pole to stop a train, part 1, 2005.
Monday, March 8th, 2010It’s a tale of caution. Train’s are hunks of metal moving so fast that if it hit you, you would not live to tell this tale. That’s power. You are a life that could be snuffed out by this power. Think about it. Don’t let it go by so fast. If a train is coming in your direction, run so as to ease the effects of a collision. If you cannot run, hide behind this pole. It’s painted to look like something you’d want to hide behind. If you cannot do that, or unwilling because it looks ridiculous, then stay home and watch Lost.
Ink on the spot/intentions, 2005.
Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010A 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… !
Fuji factor, 2005.
Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010Mt. 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?
Wasted train in, 2005.
Sunday, January 31st, 2010When 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.
Ink forgotten somewhere, 2005.
Saturday, January 30th, 2010Near 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.
Ink goodbye Wendy sketch, cir. 2005
Thursday, December 31st, 2009Wendy Carter, a good friend who left Tokyo back in 2005, returning to Germany (or was it France?). Here’s a sketch I drew for her, and the part of her that was going away.
Along the wall, 2005.
Sunday, October 25th, 2009Satoko and I were at Roppongi Hills one night in 2005. She walked along the wall, and I snapped a few pics. Here’s one of them.
