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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

World Cup Dreams circa 2002

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

As the World Cup kicked off yesterday, my thoughts went back to an essay I had written for the 2002 World cup that was held in Japan and Korea.  To put the thoughts below into a mind frame context I had written the essay about seven months after the events of September 11.  Because this was written before I had a blog iI sent this out as an email blast to friends, family and colleagues.

Again my thoughts return to the countries coming together on the pitch.  A place where the poorest most backwards country can play their hearts out against the Goliaths of the world on a level pitch.  I am no way a spots fanatic.  However, since there is the World Series in America, in which only America and Canada get to play in, I have got to give some big time respect to the countries of the world playing in the cup, including America.

The original story from 2002 is below.

Soccer Ball of What Never Was, World Cup Dreams

Written in 2002 by Jacob Schere

I’m definitely not what you would call a sportsman.  I never grew up watching or playing sports.  When I am asked “what sports  do you like?” my answer is “NONE.”  However, this is changing due to the success of the American World Cup team.  As most of you know I’m often very critical of America and its ways. Lets just say that it’s a love hate relationship that we have.  I have especially been harsh surrounding the September 11 events.

I’ll will always be the first to point out some political injustice, however I have always supported the underdog on the pitch.   Now I feel this underdog spirit in the form of pride coming from a point which I thought didn’t exist in my body.  America has finally been able to compete in the world of football. [ only here in Japan and America is it called Soccer ]  The critics of the American game said they wouldn’t make it out of the first round, but they did.  Other armchair coaches said the Americans would never beat Mexico and the score was 2-0.   The team fought a well organized match against Germany; however, the score was 1-0 in Germany’s favor.   The world is looking at American soccer differently now.  As the world is looking differently at American soccer I am also looking at America a little differently.

Today I feel a little better about being an American.  Not so much because America won some tough matches at the World Cup, but because of the spirit and great team play of the players on the team.  A team that I can take pride in because of its diversity.  The names on the team reflect the nature of America itself. Names like Donovan,  Friedel, the captain Reyna, Cherundolo, Jones are out on the Pitch and in essence truly represent the make up of the country.  All shades, different backgrounds, however, one team on the pitch.  I know that I’ll continue to have my love hate relationship with the motherland, but deep inside my spirit I’ll have the 2002 Korea/Japan World Cup that helped me to come a little closer to understanding some of the better things about America.

Experiencing this World Cup in Japan has helped to see that the world is a beautiful place.  We can’t only think about the evil that is being done in the world. There are glimmers, and diamonds of goodness.    All one has to do is to open their eyes and see things clearly for the first time.  Now if only we can get the nations of the world to settle their differences on the pitch instead of with guns.

please feel free to write me back with any questions, or comments.

lots of respect from Japan

Jacob

Lucid Communication

m2c

COLORSNOTEBOOK: Faces

Saturday, April 24th, 2010

I have been meaning to post this for a while.  I am so thankful for the people over at FABRICA and across the world who participated in the COLORS NOTEBOOK project.  I like others got their blank template in my post box, and thought about what to put in this notebook of anything I wanted to be, and then sent it off.

A good few months later, I find out that it had been selected to be shown in some of the FARBICA exhibitions of the Notebook Project.  Including Shanghai, Tokyo, Europe. Later I was contacted by Carlos, over at Fabrica that they were using my images from the magazine in a collection of the book FACES.  I was one of the many artist to be selected in the publication.

A special shout out to to Carlos and Isotta at Fabrica for opening a beautiful relationship.  For my brother Frederic in Paris for helping get the french right.  And my brother Brimstone127 for providing one of the inspirational portraits and pieces in the my colors notebook.  A beautiful blog that was created with notebookers from all over the By the Rest of the WORLD.

the text in French and English is below the images.

the can be ordered here Colors Notebook Faces

Colors Notebook Page 01

Colors Notebook Page 02

Colors Notebook Page 03

Colors Notebook Page 04

Jacob Schere, 1971, artist and photographer, Japan

I would shrivel up and die as a human being if I didn’t allow myself a creative outlet. I am never without art least one camera. If I forget a camera, I’m like, “oh shit, I am butt-ass naked!”

Treat others with respect, question those that have authority. Use our god-given ability to reason to seek out the light in the midst of the darkness. As an Expressionista, I know there is evil in the world. We are surrounded daily byy this imagery. I want to create work of Expression that shows the positive side, too.

My grandmother passed away in 2000, and in the Jewish tradition one year later there is the unveiling of the gravestone. This happened just three weeks after September 11. I debated with my wife whether we should travel to the unveiling. It was in New York City. Eventually we chose to travel and to be with my family. Wandering the streets with camera in hand, I was overcome. I couldn’t control myself. I just took, picture after picture. On a warm day my wife and I ventured down to Ground Zero. You have to remember this is only a couple weeks later – the ground was still smoking, everything was closed. Again, I couldn’t control myself. I shot endlessly.

There wasn’t time to take it in. Just capture in now. Be in the moment of getting the images, When I went back to Tokyo and started to edit my pictures I let the images seep into my soul, and I realized that I had after so many years found my voice as an artist.

Je me recroquevillerais et je mourrais si je ne m’autorisais pas un exutoire créatif. Je ne sors jamais sans mon appareil photo. Si je l’oublie, je me sens tout nu. Traitez les autres avec respect, remettez en cause ceux qui détiennent le pouvoir. Utilisez la capacité à réfléchir que Dieu vous donne pour chercher la lumière en pleine obscurité. En tant qu’expressionniste, je sais que le Diable vit sur Terre. Nous sommes entourés quotidiennement par des images le représentant. Je veux créer des oeuvres expressionnistes qui montrent ce que le monde a de positif.

Ma grand-mère est morte en 2000, et dans la tradition juive, l’année suivante, on inaugure la Pierre tombale. Cela s’est passé juste après le 11 septembre. Ma femme et moi avons discute pour savoir s’il était sage de se rende a l’inauguration qui avait lieu a New York. Nous avons finalement décidé d’y aller et d’être aux cotés de ma famille. Tandis que je me promenais dans les rues, mon appareil photo a la main, j’étais bouleversé. Je ne pouvais me contrôler, je prenais photo après photo. Une journée ensoleillée, ma femme et moi nous nous sommes rendus a Ground Zéro. Ce n’était pas fermé, le sol fumait encore. Encore une fois, j’avais du mal a me contrôler, je n’arrêtais pas de pendre des photos, je n’avais pas de temps a perdre, il fallait que je capture tous ces moments. Quand je suis rentré à Tokyo et que j’ai trié mes photos, j’ai laissé ces images infiltrer lentement man âme. C’est a ce moment-la que j’ai ai réalisé que j’ avais finalement, après toutes ces années d’errance, trouver ma voie en tant qu’artiste. Mon travail et mes photos sont le but de ma vie. ce n’est pas temps ce que j’ai envie de faire mais ce que je dois faire.

I Left My Heart on the Big Island

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

I was impressed as I drove on route 19 on the Big Island in Hawaii.  Driving past the ancient black lava beds I was struck by white graffiti that covered the the black lava on both sides of the highway.  With messages of love or Happy 60th Birthday Grandpa, I had to take a closer look to see how it was done.  The writers gathered white sun bleached coral and used that to contrast the black rocks.

While chilling at the locals beach Isaac Hale Beach Park, I found some white coral and left a little homage to those messages along route 19.

My heart will drift in and out with the waves…

m2c at Issac Hale Beach, Big Island Hawaii

I think this is the reason for the slow uploading of images.

Every time I look at my images, I get homesick for a land that quickly became home.

Sunsets on the Big island

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

The time that we spent on the Big Island was breathtaking in its simple and complex beauty.  I was reminded how much i missed watching the sky drop from the skies in my native Florida.  Each night we stared off into the distant horizon and watched the liquid fireball meld into that horizontal line.

 

Coming from my current urban home of Tokyo, a spark of nature was ignited in my soul.  That need to be out in the natural un-urban world.  Jump in the salty oceans, climb down a rocky path, feel the misty air, all of these soothe and energize the soul.

 

Go out any find your own Sunsets on the Big Island, where ever they shall be.

Weedy Sunset

Multi Tree Sunset

Two Tree Sunset

Soulful Sunset

Bigged up on Caught in the Scramble Website

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

Much respect goes out to JJC at Caught in the Scramble  .  

JJC is a San Francisco Bay photographer who hits the concrete streets 

around the bay.  

Check out his latest blog entry lucid-pod-homestead 

FLOWER after

Aso is GONE with Shibuya Tags

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009

Took a bunch of pics over the long weekend.  I havent had the time to properly

sort though them yet, so to satisfy my needs a few nice pieces of street art found

in the Shibuya neighborhood.  The poster of Prime Minister Aso is an instant favortite

of mine, and i love that it was pasted up under a child’s slide.

Tags and Stairs

That Aso is GONE !

Decaying Streets

Friday, July 17th, 2009

Rust, Neglect, Rain, all add to the decay in the streets.

The beautiful aging that only time and the elements will bring to the streets.

Rusty Tip, Squared

Tiwisted Fence with Mold

Sunny Side of Ichikawa

Tuesday, July 14th, 2009

Sun was beaming down and sizzling the concrete today as I

strolled back to the station.  The morning started off cool enough.  It didn’t last

long, it is July, you know?  The heat of the day sometimes bleaches the colors into

a nothingness, but I strive to find the colors in the City.

P.S. There is a cheeky self portrait in this batch.

ciao.

Aki Stripes

Tarpaper, Tape and Weeds

Inverted View, Self Portrait with Shoe

Kiba: Park and Concrete

Monday, July 13th, 2009

Strolled around Kiba Park on the edge of Tokyo on Saturday.

The skies were as gray as the concrete used to build this urban park.

A quiet stillness in a park full of activity on a Saturday afternoon.

Red Curly Cues

Wall of Location

Bridge in My Sky

Gated Blue

Sunday, July 12th, 2009

Gates to keep up in, and gates to keep You out.

Details from a stroll in ichikawa.

Gated Blue

Knobs of Asphalt

Eye Kai

My Girl, and Overgrown is just a word

Thursday, July 9th, 2009

2 images with almost nothing in common other than there were taken

around the same time as each other.

the first is part of a long ongoing series on “my girl.” a lovely neighborhood

statue that is often adorned with lost and found items.

The second, is the other kind of japanese garden.

My Girl in a Hat

The Other Kind of Japanese Garden

Not so Close, this time

Wednesday, July 8th, 2009

I have been taking lots and lots of macro pictures recently.

I have been drawn into the world of small details that can

only be seen when you stop, and breath in your surroundings.

these images are not that.

I stepped a few steps back.

and then snapped the shutter.

Stairway, Stairway

Bright Corner

Rectangle and Rectangles

Abandoned but still waiting

Sunday, July 5th, 2009

They might be left behind, but they are still waiting.

Waiting for who?  you might ask.  Go ahead and ask, it’s ok with me.

Uneven and Unbalanced

Nothing but a Faded Poster

Gate to the Heavens

Post box of Ivy

Moth, not Mothra

waiting and waiting for it to take shape and happen.

Camera and My Friday Stroll

Friday, July 3rd, 2009

My Friday strool is a perfect end to a mad dog crazy week.

I have grown accustomed to the leisurely stroll back to Ichikawa station.

Turning left where I usually turn right.  Exploring the rust, decay and rebirth that

is all to be found in Chiba.  It is an endless palette that needs exploring with the

m2c eye.

Foot Above the Rest

Triobrella

Swirly Q

Dibs and Dabs

Fist to the Face

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