Once the ice melted, the man stepped out into the hot Summer day and exclaimed, “Wow, it sure is a hot day!” Everyone wondered why he wanted to talk about the weather.

Once the ice melted, the man stepped out into the hot Summer day and exclaimed, “Wow, it sure is a hot day!” Everyone wondered why he wanted to talk about the weather.

Forced to live amongst the gray, Rapic gathered enough of whatever makes green to pull just enough color into Rapic’s world. Once that was done, there was nothing left for Rapic to do but stand there and admire.

The place is known as the Kokusai Forum. It is in Ginza. Dzakye was present in April, 2010, when this image was captured. Manipulated at some point thereafter.

A thickness that takes away from any thin, and a dot that was once part of the thickness. Shapes and shapes find a place to notice each other in the wholeness of the boundaries.

Sometimes all it takes is a little dot of red. That’s a truth that if denied, can lead to a lack of observation that can lead to a lack of enjoyment of the smells of life, but is somewhat beneficial if the office life is choke full of boredom.

It works to ones advantage if he or she can understand that we are he or she. Once that is understood with the empathy faculty, then any kind of cereal can be poured into your bowl, because it is everyone’s bowl. Time to share.

I didn’t wish for the swish, but there it was. Then the idea caught on, and more came. The final event was when the last batch came all at once. The box arrived at an odd time – 4:56 in the afternoon. Odd because if it had been any sooner, or later, then it wouldn’t have been the same. Think about it.

The being looks toward its future to see if there is something coming, and prepares to go forth in an effort to say what’s important in order to prove that the thoughts it’s having are the correct thoughts. The only thoughts. Right.

Red said to get Gray to come down and mix with Black, but Black wanted to take most of the attention away from Gray because Gray usually dominated the scene. Black also wanted to know why Red was barking orders.

This is a one-off picture of an in-progress acrylic painting. It’s very one-version, hyphenated all the way.

Boundaries are set by contrast. What better way to illustrate this idea than to flip a piece of toast in the air, and hoping it’ll make sense. Stranger connections have been made.

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… !

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.

Yet another portion of a giant painting discovered at (a friend named) Rob’s house done by various artists of unknown names.
