Oh Jay, Big Mama, and Loko all deceided to have a wee nap so that they could stay up all day and night on the 31st. Lined up, thinking about the next meal. They are thinking where is the warmest place that i can catch some z’s. It can be quite complicated, but then again what do we really know we are just humans, and they are just cats.
I am not sure exactly where these were taken the other day. The reason being that I urban hiked on the pavement between Shinagawa and Ginza. Getting lost a bit on the way. Getting lost in Tokyo is never that bad, because no matter how lost you get you are never really that far from a subway station.
I really dig these two images. They are complete constructions. Built brick by brick and tile by tile to form a fully constructed lucid communication view of my adopted home of Tokyo.
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I needed to head to Shinagawa to renew my visa today. If you think the bureaucracy in the states is bad, it is nothing compared to the Japanese. Well at least they are usually polite, usually. After I was done I took a stroll, or I should say a bit of an urban hike from the waterside of Shinagawa all the way to the luxury brand infused stores of Ginza.
To many pictures to choose for a day, so I will just post a few from the waterside, heartland of industry, freight and the out of the way immigration office.
Caught in the long hallway between Otemachi station and Tokyo Station. A lovely little corner of hidden gorgeous abstraction. It is all about the east to the west!
It has been a while since I have been in my painting studio. Things have just been kind of crazy, and I haven’t had the time or the purse inspiration to work on some collages; however, this all changed last night. I got the vibe to go into my studio and work on something. I had no idea what I was going to make, but I knew I had to make something. I dusted off my cans, and paint bottles, and got to work.
I am thankful for the chance and the inspiration to get my hands dirty.
I am not sure if it is the time of year, or if it is just the fact that I miss ole NYC that my thoughts are drifting to that little oasis on 2nd Ave, of Moishe’s Bakery. The smells that fell your nose and swirl around your mind as soon as you step in the door. A place where you can still get load of rye for 2 dollars and some change. A wonderful place that is so full of gastromtric memories.
Rain was splattering away for most of the night and into the afternoon. Luckily as I headed back to the station the sun was struggling to poke out from behind the clouds. It didn’t show us that yellow light for very long, but I was thankful that it wasn’t raining.
We all need to search and find the key to our happiness, and be thankful once we found it. And once we find what we are suppose to be doing, we must pursue it with our whole heart.
Amen
On my way to meet up with some mates I passes by a poster I have seen many times. I first photographed it about 2 years ago. I couldn’t pass up the chance to revisit this image. It is wedged in between Otemachi and Tokyo station. There along this old stretch of corridor there hangs a lovely urban forrest. A constant reminder to me of the disconnect that we feel living among the concrete, iron and neon of Tokyo. There is sits on the wall, slowly yellowing, with its leaves never shedding.
A garden in the simplest of ways.
A window winked at me on my way home.
This image is a constant reminder to me how much I rely on my sight to be able to voice myself as an artist. I will be without a voice if I ever should suddenly be unable to see. I want to be able to us the gifts that have been given to me.
I Speak with my eyes.
There is was. Just hanging silently on the wall. It’s clear plastic body against the cold hued concrete. Let us just call it my thermometer. The tip was filled with a measure of water as if gauging the weather. Quietly, perched, watching and observing me with my camera.
As many of my friends throughout the world snuggle up next to the fire as the snow falls to the street, we here in Tokyo are in full blown autumn. It seemed to arrive a little bit late this year, after all we are already into December. There is that lovely transitional period that happens twice a year, in the spring and in the autumn. The colors just illuminate the concrete and the corrugated metal, if only for a few weeks.
Breathe in the clean autumn air, and let those colors soak into your soul.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, and then repeat.
The trick is is wether or not these spheres can see their owner coming back to claim them.
Came across this ghost train parked at Shin Urayasu station the other day. It was full of nothingness. Each car was a meeting room, that were filled with olive seats, tin ashtrays and wooden hangers. Such an odd site. I wonder who rides this train, and can it be rented for a Bonenkai (End of the Year Party)?
The sun was setting fast. The wind was whipping up as I made my way around Minami Gyotoku in Chiba prefecture.
