pink

Flowerization in Unlikely Spaces

Sunday, June 17th, 2012

Industrial Flowerization Harmony, Urayasu

The skies finally decided to dry out after a sopping wet Saturday.  I took a ride over the bridge into Urayasu to spend some time with friends.  The sun was strong and I was thankful for not wearing my windbreaker.

turned off the main street to pedal down one of the streets in the warehouse section along the water’s edge.  It being Sunday the streets were deserted.  The large aluminum sided building stood silently.  The gate closed till they reopen on Monday.

Door to door asphalt is what I thought I would find, and that was there, but there is an incredible amount of greening in process in the industrial neighborhood.  Small potted gardens lineup up outside the offices.  Gardens had been planted in the entrance ways to break the monotony of factories.

Flowers sprung up from the ground like notes on a musical score.  Reaching for the sunshine as they swayed in the breeze.

Nature given time will grind these factories into compostable dust.  All it takes is time and for the human element to leave them be.  In the meantime, I watch the struggle or the harmony of it all.  It all depend on how you choose to view the world.

 

Wild Wet Rose, and Nuclear Fuel Rods

Friday, July 29th, 2011

These items are what sandwiched my day today.  I woke up to news that the Chubu Nuclear power plant in Shizouka, Japan, has been unable to remove a melted nuclear rod for over 17 years since an accident occurred at the plant.  For 17 years, the power plant hid the truth that they have been completely unable to remove it for reprocessing.

It is so sad and utterly frustrating, to see the situation here develop, and at times worsen, and they only response is an “Oh, well.”  As an artist I feel really torn.  At times I want to make protest art, but at others, I want to celebrate the beauty and in some ways use art as a soul searching escapism.  I do feel that protest art is an important for artist to become involved in.  It never has been something that I have felt comfortable with; however, I will support artist that choose to protest.  Go ahead!  Please make some noise.  It is unfortunate that here in Japan, the arts are so marginalized that protest music and art gets pretty much zero attention from the press.  I guess my neighbors, much rather watch baseball, or another AKB 48 special.  UGHHHH.

Then there was the other side of my day.  This lovely water droplet covered rose in someone’s garden.  It was so beautiful, it did make me forget the terrible news I read in the paper this morning.  I could loose myself in the twirling petals, and watch the droplets slowly roll down the thorns.

All in one day.  Just another day in Japan post March 11th.  Not sure when it’ll ever end.  Rise up! Celebrate life in all its shapes and forms.  And to all those artist out there that see fit to raise a voice, slap a poster, or paint out your anger!  I salute you!

The Wild Wet Rose of Mimomi

Patches of Pink in Shin Urayasu

Thursday, May 19th, 2011

It has been a little over 2 months since the March 11th earthquake that turned Tohoku area upside down and disrupted the quiet life of the suburb across the river from me of Shin Urayasu.  Still everywhere I go I see signs of reconstruction.  New sidewalk bricks are being laid.  The gutters and sewers are being dredged, and today I noticed these seemingly random patches of pink flowers.  There were just there growing in the green median strips of land between the sidewalk and the streets.  Hundreds of little pink wonders, against the little dust devils that are swirling around in the air.

The truly made my heart smile.

Just a Small Buch of Blooms

Afternoon Sunshine

Wednesday, May 18th, 2011

The sun came on strong today after the cloudy and rainy day on Tuesday.  On my afternoon walk at about 5 p.m. the light was just right.  The harshness of earlier in the day had faded, and that yellow-orange light of the summer to come was coming on strong.

The air was a bit drier, as I rolled up my sleeves on the way.  It is time to fully take advantage of this weather before it turn dreadfully hot and humid.

The flowers continue to speak to me.  They still beckon to me.  And I cannot refuse.  However, over the last couple days, I seem to be getting the Imaginary Earthquake Syndrome again.  I keep feeling shaking that is just not happening.

Double Bow

Pink Fillament Weed

Trying to Re-sync with the Nature Around Us

Monday, April 18th, 2011

As the wind was whipping up around me last Friday, I used the time to mull over in my mind my relationship to the environment.  Being in the sprawling metropolis of Tokyo we sometimes forget that there is a rhythm to life that is not set by the subway timetables.

There are seasons to be observed.  The Japanese were very in tune with nature, and their attention to the arts reflect this connection; however, the connections between man and nature are being severed.  For example, I heard from a friend a few weeks ago that some residents across the river from me were in a complete panic when they found yellow powder in the streets and on the buildings.  They immediately jumped to the conclusion the radiation from the crippled Fukushima nuclear power plant’s radiation has reached their homes.  Even though, radiation, is odorless, colorless and tasteless.  The officials checked the suspicious yellow powder, which turned out to be just plain old pollen.

Have we so lost touch with nature that we have forgotten that at certain times of the year pollen dusts our neighborhoods?  I try to live my live with a balance between the urban and the natural.  It isn’t always easy, because of the way we isolate ourselves from nature.

Take the time to notice the seasons.  Take the time to notice how the plants have grown, shed, or changed since the day before.  Take notice of these things as they meld and mix with the concrete and steel around us.

Nature is the Real Power

Starflowers Concrete and the Cyclists

Lost Key to Someone’s Heart

Friday, October 15th, 2010

Someone lost the key to their heart.

If it is anyones out there, please contact me.

It would be a shame if that heart can never be opened again.

Have a beautiful day of rest.

Lost Key Heart

Color is Love

Thursday, September 30th, 2010

The rain just keeps on falling and falling.  The earth is soaked to breaking point, yet there is a bright path of color.  Another last bit of glory from the never ending summer.  The luscious colors of nature mix and match with the urban surroundings.

love = beauty

beauty = love

color is love ! ! !

Wet Flower Thursday

Vroom Vroom Vroom

Monday, July 19th, 2010

Sun was high and no clouds to filter out those UV rays.  Summer is here and there is no doubt that it is going to be a hot one.  I am still looking forward to those long walks around town, camera in hand.

soon come

The Car Goes Vroom Vroom

Summer with a Cherry on Top

That Way

Oxidizing Back in Time

Sunday, June 6th, 2010

The sun was warm, and the air was unseasonably cool.  I am loving these early summer days.  This must be what they mean by an English summer.  The sun warms you, but if you start to overheat, just grab a spot in the shade and you’ll be just fine.

In this lovely weather I strolled around some of the sleepy, old parts of Urayasu.  The little snack bars still in the afternoon.  The empty fishing market stalls, that have only a few that actually still open for business.

Time rushes forward at a blinding speed. I am thankful for the opportunities to slow down and explore.  A time to savor those beautiful things that interconnect and make up our lives.

Ever connected.  Ever rusting.  Ever beautiful.

Fish Market, Closed

5 Sign Shuttered

Awning Afternoon

Lost Love Sleeps with the Fishes

Ushi in White and Brown

Women Have Power II

Intertwined: Urban and Nature of the Pink Cherry Blossom Madness

Saturday, April 10th, 2010

I have been struggling to understand the Japanese obsession with the coming of the cherry blossoms for years.  People stare in amazement at the lovely pink and white blossoms that fill the heavens in late March to early April.

Some celebrate the coming of the blossoms to express their joy in Bacchus self abandonment.  Drinking themselves until they lay motionless under the trees they came out to enjoy.  Families gather for yearly portraits under the flowers.

Today as I was riding my bicycle thought the falling pink petals I was puzzled trying to come to a realization of why there is so much commotion of with the pink madness.  I remembered what I had asked my wife if she had ever seen cherry blossom trees out in the wild and she answered NO.  Therefore her and many others experience of the blossoms has been though the lens of an urban landscape.  I think this is the key to my satori.

That the cherry blossoms are a way for people to connect with their earthen roots.  Their roots that go back to when Japanese society was a purely agricultural society before they industrialized.  By standing in awe of the natural beauty of the flowers they can touch part of their spirit that has faded as Japan has stepped into the industrial age.

So, now I can stare up and see the urban concrete jungle of daily Tokyo intertwined with the branches cherry blossoms.  All merging into a beauty that only comes around for a couple of weeks each year.

It's Complicated

Bridged

Locke, Blossom, Canal

No Separation, Intertwined

Starring out At the World

Horie 6-31 and Plastic Cherry Blossoms

NOT a Dull Sunset

Monday, November 9th, 2009

Today’s sunset was quite bland.

You know the ones I’m talking about.  The ones that will fade into

nothingness as soon as its over.  This one from a few days ago is not.  I noticed this pink light

filtering into my computer studio.  I just had to pick up my camera and snap off a few.

Capturing the lit up sky with a chunk of an apartment building.

This one will be remembered.

Pink Sunset in Kasai

In Quotes

The Cherry Blossoms are Just About Gone. . . .

Saturday, April 11th, 2009

In Ichikawa, Chiba the other day, I stood on a bridge overlooking a small river moving though the town.  I watched the petals drift down the river, thinking to myself, see you in 2010.

 

Drifting to Memory, 2009

We Once Were Flowers, Too

Thursday, April 9th, 2009

Wandering the backstreets of the Roppongi district in Tokyo yesterday, I came across a little alley with a withering flower.  It must have been gorgeous just a few hour, days ago.  Look closely, what do you see.  Roppongi is undergowing a makeover of an epic scale.

the side streets.

the quiet street.

away from the urban swamp that is tokyo

beauty, imagination, time racing to stand still.

 

Once We Were Flowers Too

Abstracted, Blurred Cherry Blossoms

Wednesday, April 8th, 2009

The little Cherry Blossoms keep on falling.  

The little ones keep on splashing some color into the

concrete jungle that is Tokyo.

 

Wires Meld to Cherry Blossoms

 

Extracted Cherry Blossoms

 

Through and Through the Cherry Blossoms

Copyright 2007© m2c LucidCommunication - Jacob Schere