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Lime Green MOZE Under Maihama Bridge

Sunday, December 9th, 2012

Lime Green MOZE Tag, Under Maihama Bridge

I can never get enough MOZE for my collection.  This writer’s work keeps popping up in my neighborhood, and I came across a relatively recent one under the Maihama Bridge on the Tokyo side.  The tag just grabbed me.  MOZE first tagged in black, and then went over the tag in a lime green paint that just made it POP.  Like I said I can never get enough MOZE.

I really wonder who is MOZE?  Where is he from?  Who is the KDC crew that MOZE represents.  Maybe not knowing is part of the allure of hunting for those MOZE tags, and throw ups.  Keep on representing the 03, Edogawa Ku, Kasai!

One Love

 

Oxidizing Borders are Only Temporal in Nature

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2012

Oxidizing Border with Weeds

I came across this bordering adornment in Saitama the other day between two small apartment complexes.  The owner of one of the apartments had lined the property line with small 100 ml steel cans.  They must have been arranged there quite some time ago as most were in various stages of oxidization.  Additionally, weeds sprung out of the tops of a few of the cans.  It was quite a harmonious mixing of Japanese aesthetic of wabi sabi, reusing of discarded items, and the beauty of contemporary design.

 

This was the line that should not be crossed, even though it stood little more than a few inches tall.  The border was completely dwarfed by the surrounding multi-storied buildings.

The idea of what is a border began to spin around in my head.  Why do humans choose to mark boundaries?  On this side of the line is what is mine, and on the other is yours.  Will these borders last, or will they crumble into tiny pieces of oxidized dust?

This border will not last.  I wonder if the land owner will find is necessary  to replace these cans when they are no more?

Just some cans, rust and thought from across the border from Tokyo, into Saitama.

 

Going on a MOZE Hunt

Wednesday, August 15th, 2012

MOZE at the Sushi Shop

Yesterday I went on a MOZE hunt in my neighborhood.  I’m not exactly sure why I go hunting for MOZE tags and throw ups.  It is kind of like photographic documenting version of collecting.

I don’t photograph graffiti very often in my work.  I feel that the art of graffiti is art and should more or less be left at that; however, I find MOZE to be a bit of an obsession.  First of all MOZE is very active in my own neighborhood of Kasai.  I see his tags, sticker slaps, and throw ups in my daily life.  MOZE’s work is part of my neighborhood.  I feel I need to document my interactions with MOZE even though we communicate via spray paint and my camera.

MOZE is a bit of a mystery that I am trying to solve.  Who is this writer?  Is MOZE Japanese or a foreigner?  I have ben seeing his tags for years now, and I am just compelled to go hunting for his work about once a year.  I am compelled to interact with MOZE.  Throw the photographic endeavors we engage in a distant form of communication.  On one of MOZE’s pieces he painted “Who Are You? by MOZE”  He is searching for the identity of another graffiti writer who’s work MOZE in unfamiliar with.

Big time respect for the mad bomber of Kasai, MOZE.

MOZE, Tags Under the Bridges

 

MOZE, Fat Cap

 

MOZE, Throw Up Under Kasai Bridge

 

MOZE, Who Are You by Moze

It is All Available in a Square

Tuesday, February 8th, 2011

Everybody has heard how tightly packed everything is here in Japan.  No room at times to even stretch ones legs.  For the most part this is true, and to show and this image shows it in a visual exploration of urban Japan.  It is all so neatly packed and full of the essentials, stamps, drinks, smokes, a door, and an izakaya (drinking place).

Get Stamps, Chu Hi Can, Pole, Door, Nobori

39 Degrees in Steamy Yanaka

Monday, August 16th, 2010

Wedged in between Nippori, Sendagi, and Nezu lies the old part of town of Yanaka.  Filled with old homes, many temples, and lots of shoe-boxed sized stores.  Since Japan is in the middle of the Obon season, about 70% or everything was shuttered, including the museum I wanted to see.

The mercury hit a high of 39 (102 Fahrenheit) degrees celsius.  I could feel the heat bouncing off the pavent, the and the tin covered houses.  While on the street the heat could not be avoided.

I did see some interesting places full of character, that will be explored at a later date.

The Club

Side Potted Garden

Foil Eyes

Door Jam, Window Jam

Red White Blue and Air Conditioner

Window Without a View

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