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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

 

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

Shackled Love of Youth

Saturday, June 9th, 2012

Shackeled Love of Youth

Spring has been quickly morphing into summer, but not before the entire Kanto area will bee drenched during the rainy month of June.  On this early June day I found myself on the narrow backstreets behind Funabashi station.  The dingy streets were lined with the Japanese greasy spoons.  Bars, tontaksu, teishoku (lunch plates or set menu meals), and ramen most busy, while others were empty with the owner sitting on a beer crate outside their establishment.  People of all ages hustled about for lunch in the strong Friday afternoon light.

There was the occasion ultra tight alleyway where signs had been posted that no one under 18 were allowed to pass through because of the sleazy drinking establishments that overflowed these tiny pedestrian walkways.  They are there to trap the thirsty businessman in a web alcoholic persuasion scented with female fantasies.

These are some of the same streets that the teenagers have to travel to get from their homes to crowded Funabashi station.  The young guys in their blazer styled uniforms, and the girls in their sailor uniforms.  The teenagers have to navigate these alleyways so that they can attend classes.  They too needed to pass the streets where I stood.  I stumbled upon evidence that they had too traveled these same streets for they had scribbled their mark on a banged up street sign.

The tradition of the aiaigasa (love love umbrella) where teenagers draw an umbrella and inscribe the the names of the two in love under the protecting the shade of an umbrella.  Sometimes the lovers draw the aiaigasa together, other times a Japanese youth draws one for the love of the one that they desire.  They hope that their love will be eternal as it has been inscribed and placed in the public view.

Does any young love last forever?  Do the chains of the love our youth blur our our vision?  Do we need to break childhood love fantasies in order that we can mature and allow love to flow from our hearts to all?

Unshackling our own unguided desires and focusing our energies on the possible higher love is a needed step towards becoming an adult.  Someone who is able to share love not just for the opposite sex, but love that knows no bounds.  A love that is free and welcoming to all who encounter the the human with love emanating from their heart.

Unshackle our hearts that are bound by earthly desires.  Let our hearts soar to the highest of heights.  Then we can truly come to a full soul reaching understanding of love.

 

A Heart Full Day in Rainy Harajuku

Thursday, May 3rd, 2012

Heart Full Door, Harajuku

Harajuku is one of those places in Tokyo that I have a real love hate relationship with.  For most wether they are visitors from other countries or the Japanese themselves, Harajuku they love is full of teenage girls and boys playing dress up in and around Takeshita Street. Or the ultra brands like Gucci, Prada, and Luis Vuitton.  Often it is described as the gauge for what is happening in Japan’s fashion world.  For me, this is the part of Harajuku that just gives me the creeps and leaves me feeling empty.

It is too obvious.  Japan, crazy people, wearing lots of crazy clothes.  Being fiercely independent by all dressing alike.  Ok so there are a bunch of overly fashion obsessed kids around here, so now what?

What I actually dig about Harajuku are the little side streets that wind between Harajuku and Shibuya.  This is where cool little houses mingle with the most esoteric boutiques.  On this rainy day I was not disappointed.  I am always amazed that people live within a rock throw of the great teenage hordes.

On this rainy day in May, I still found some love to warm my heart.  A door to someone’s home had been tagged up with hearts.  Many many hearts.  Most of the hearts where smiling at me, so I smiled back at them.

Anyone who has spent a lot of time in Tokyo know that the real Tokyo lies hidden under the gloss of the tour books, and what the Japanese celebrate in their culture too.  The real Tokyo that captivates me is in these little backstreets that no one pays any attention to.  It is here on these wet backstreets that I found a door of hearts.  A door into my own heart.

Flower Full Door, Harajuku

 

Gated Jungle Home, Harajuku

 

Double Lucid Communication Pasting

Saturday, December 17th, 2011

I wasn’t sure where I was going to post this blog posting, but in the end I decided to put it in the Lucid Thoughts category.  The story goes a little something like this.  A few days ago I get a slew of comments on my Lucid Communications website.  It was great to see that someone combed though my images and picked out sever blog postings to comment on.  This was soon followed up by an email from the photoblogger Harold Maison, over at Black Man in Japan photoblog.  A another expat american photographer, like myself, only he is based in the Shibuya area of Tokyo.

We exchanged some emails back and forth and finally emailed me asking if I by any chance had done some posters.  He attached a an image of Double Lucid Communication wheat pasting posters that he had photographed in Shibuya a few years back.  I was amazed!  Those posters were some that Lucid Communications had put out in Tokyo going on just about 5 years ago.  It was such a synchronous moment.  Here I was doing by blog.  Putting my work into the sometimes endless black holes of cyberspace where Harold comes along and finds my blog.  Not only did he find my blog, but it turns out that he had photographed some of my street art work from years ago.

This illustrates the power that photography has over us.  It was the ability to create communication.  Which is the reason this site is called Lucid Communication and NOT Jacob Schere’s Photography.  Because the process of photography is about interaction.   On one level it is how humans create and communicate with other over space and time through images.  It is important how Harold captured a moment in history that is no more.  That moment only exist in the pixels of his camera’s image.  These pixels had the ability to transverse time and space and connect two expats in Tokyo.  To me that is absolutely astounding.

These are the reasons that I keep on doing what I do.  These are life’s chances that present themselves to us at seemingly random moments in our life.  Make the connections.  Engage each other in that Lucid Communication.

Please take a moment and browse through the website Black Man in Japan.  See Tokyo through Harold’s eyes.

Double Lucid Communication Lens Hand, Street Art, Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan

photo courtesy of Harold Maison, of BlackmaninJapan.com photoblog

In case you missed them a few years back, a few other lucid communication, pastings in Tokyo

Wheat Pasting m2c, Spotted in Tokyo, Japan

m2c poster pasting 22

m2cpasting02

mira m2c 04, wheat pasting posters

Wheat Pasting Tokyo

It Only Takes Roots

Monday, September 19th, 2011

A concrete wall has been constructed.  It was constructed to hold back the earth from sliding.  However, all it takes are some roots to wiggle their way into a small fissure to bring down what was built by man.

The overall power and beauty of nature never ceases to arouse my curiosity.  There is a place in my soul that drives me to explore the connections between myself and the world that ww all inhabit.  This tiny fern has been able to burrow its roots deep into the fissure dividing two slabs of weathered concrete.  It has adapted to be able to grown on a completely vertical surface.

On one of the slabs of poured cement some children have left their marks.  Taking rocks and scratching the surface of the blackened gray leaving behind a physical memory.  A moment from their childhood when they picked up a stone to express themselves.  The children’s scribblings are coexisting with the strong roots of the fern.

For me it is just another amazing day out in the world.  A world where humans compete and coexist with the nature that surrounds us all.

Fern Sprout Scratching Graffiti

Smiling Skies and LOVE

Saturday, July 2nd, 2011

Yesterday was the first day of July, and the weather and the skies reflected it.  The skies that greeted my morning commute in Chiba, Japan, was wide blue and full of wispy clouds.  It just warmed my heart at the same time that the sun was heating up my physical body.  The sky was so blue, and seemed clean.  Even though at the same time I know that Fukushima is releasing radioactive particles into the air.  I still have hope that nature will trump this man made disaster.

Love is out there.  Love needs to spread wider and farther than all the radioactive particles that we are now experiencing here in Japan.  Love needs to be written upon our hearts as the same some wrote in upon the wall in Chiba.

More love

Let the love spread over all the masses of the Earth.

Love Wall Hydrangrea

Morning Greeting Sky

Osama is Dead, Now Time for True Reflection

Monday, May 2nd, 2011

I am a bit shocked.  I am in the midst of flashback to the early days of the second Gulf War.  The news that has been reported is that Osama Bin Laden, the great boogeyman of the 21st century, has been killed in Pakistan.  Untold billions of dollars has been spent on this elusive manhunt over the last nearly 10 years.  Many US lives have been lost, along with an unknown number of Afghans, Pakistanis, and Iraqis.  Has all the costs been worth it?  Some of course will answer yes, and many of these same Americans are out in the streets chanting and rejoicing in death of Osama Bin Laden.

However, for me my heart feels heavy. I am not sad, nor joyous at the news of that Osama has been killed.  I am already thinking about who, or what will be the next great evil that America will have to present to the American public.  In the 1940s and 50s that great evil was communism, which evolved into the Anti Soviet days of “Evil Empire” of President Reagan.

I was in New York city a few weeks after September 11th 2001, with my camera in hand.  I was shocked at how America had so quickly demonized the others that they held responsible for the 911 attacks.  Everywhere I went I was confronted with anger, hate, all cloaked in patriotism.  It actually caused me to become physically ill.  All my images and emotions culminated with a photo essay in Chuo Koron Magazine in April 2002.  (Click the link to see the images and the translation)

So here we stand at a crossroads.  The evil witch in many eyes is dead.  Yet we should not rejoice.  We should not fall into the fear that is already being poured out by the media.

The time is now for change.  I am not talking about changing of politicians, but real change that can only come about for looking into your soul, and knowing your relationship with yourself, an with all the others that inhabit this place.

The image I have selected from my series from the images that I shot in 2001 in New York City, takes on new meaning today.  I never noticed that written in pencil within the stenciled WTC letters reads “love conquerors all things.”  Now is the time for more love.  Remember the costs to our wallets and souls that has led us to this day.

Remember

Reflect

Search

RIP WTC 2001 NYC, NY

4th Street and 3rd Avenue, NYC 2001

Tamiami Trail, Windows, Fences and Graffiti

Wednesday, March 9th, 2011

I spent a bit time on 8th Street on the west side that is often known as Tamiami Trail.  A post office that has shuttered its doors.  And a little further down the trail there was a great little lawnmower repair shop under high security that had been pieced by graffiti writers.  The gumbo stew that is Miami.

Lawnwower Repair, Chain Link Fence and Graffiti

Ed States Office for Rent, Tamiami Station Miami Florida, 8th Street

Walls, Just some Kasai Walls

Thursday, February 3rd, 2011

The sun shone down on the old riverside section of Kasai.  A couple gorgeous walls stopped me on my way back home.  Just  some simple found blue, concrete, trees, and some graffiti tags.  Just some reminders of the simple gorgeous beauty of my little neighborhood of Kasai.

Asphalt, CInderblock Wall, Community Board, Trees

Shy Blue Corrugated Wall

MOZE Slapped in Urayasu

Saturday, January 29th, 2011

Another one to add to my collection of MOZE tags.  I am not sure why I dig his tag so much.  Partially I think it is because MOZE is active in my neighborhood.  And the other is I just love the way the tag just flows.  So, here it is a MOZE sticker slap.

MOZE Sticker Slap, Urayasu

Bicycles and Chinese Food

Friday, January 14th, 2011

Another in my series of images taken on my urban hike between Shinagawa and Ginza.  This one was somewhere around Shimbashi.  A great little Chinese greasy spoon joint.  Don’t know if I would venture in for a bite, but time to pause for a snap was an absolute must.

Tag, Chinese Window and a Bicycle

MOZE on a Friday

Friday, October 29th, 2010

Today was the calm before the storm.  The temp was cool but the sun managed to peek out from behind the clouds for at least a few minutes.  Staying close to home, I ventured over to Nishi Kasai to hit the thrift shops and just to see what was about.

Soon after my arrival I saw this MOZE tag just staring at me.  I then knew my mission for the day:  I was on a MOZE tag hunt.  I wandered the streets of Nishi Kasai peering everywhere along the way.  There goes another one.

Happy hunting, tags that is…

MOZE, Looking at You

Rony Wrinkle MOZE tag

MOZE Parking Violation

Cool Sunny Kasai

Sunday, October 17th, 2010

The sun shone so high on Saturday.  It was lovely to be out and about with a cool dry wind blowing though the neighborhood.  The unusually hot summer I suspect has disrupted the natural rhythm of blooming and fruiting of nature.

The wall was just dotted with these beautiful deep hued blue flowers.  Melded into a sky blue sky and the tarred asphalt.  All just a glorious day to be out in my own backyard.

Flower Satellite Wall

Orange and Blue You

White Cracked Wall

Unknown Urban Glyph

The End to an Endless Summer

Wednesday, September 29th, 2010

I guess with the silencing of the cicadas and seeing this one on my way home today signals the end to a summer that seem to have none.

The Long Summer Ends

School Glyph

The Key to The World Is

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