George Orwell wasn’t that far off.  In fact he was off by less than 30 years when he set his novel in 1984.  The year is now 2013 and they are watching.  They are sifting through billions of pieces of data looking for we can only guess at.  They say it is for our own good.  They say they will and have stopped terrorist actions.  That is only a ruse.  Why are so many willing to give up their rights for the illusion of safety?

They now now what our sealed lips are thinking.

They will continue to eat away at our rights until we say ENOUGH!

It is high time for the political campaigning.  At every station those politricksters are out pressing the flesh with their bleached white gloves.  The posters have been and are being hung across the entire country of Japan.  They all become visual media to be remixed with my lens.

Colors, lines, fragments take on expressions that challenge there sincereness in which those politicians are portraying themselves.  But we all know better, don’t we?

Take what you see, and flip it like a giant flap jack.

Flip it baby, flip it!

I was intrigued by the distinctly feminine aspect of this political poster.  It was covered with pink, purple and lavender patches of camouflage.  I guess it might be from the the Woman’s Party here in Japan.  Trying to reach out to their base.

Abstracted, removed from it’s context. By inverting the viewer’s view on the sign’s designed to get the people to vote for a political candidate, I hope to inspire beauty in their political constructs, and construct a new world based on beauty and love.  These might seem like lofty goals, but we as one people must strive together for a better world.  We must not let the ugliness impede our lofty goals of creating more beauty.

Seek it out, find that beauty that is out there.  Do not let the mass media tell you how terrible the world is.  Go out there and find the goodness in the world.

These political posters of Japan just won’t leave me alone.  Anywhere I go I cannot escape them.  The cold two dimensional eyes stare into my three dimensional eyes. Our eye lines meet, but the event is only recorded in my mind, and then on my pixels.  I want to move in close.  I want to flip the script of what they are trying to convey.  Subvert their message.  Turn propaganda into an artist expression.

This is why the posters won’t leave me alone.  They are telling me that there is still work to be done.

So, lets get it DONE.

Found this wind torn poster fluttering in the wind the other day on my way back to my home.

For immediate release ! ! !

A miniature Mt. Fuji has been found on a local politician in the Ichikawa area of Japan.  Do not be alarmed, everything will be all right.

Lying in the street, the poster once held some spell bound.

No all that is left are colors quickly fading and a smile that is full of black emptiness.

The Rotten Truth comes out.

The red Ribbon draped over a rusting side barrier.

The color calls out, to anyone who will notice under the gray filled skies.

It seems to me the older I get the less I fall victim to political hot air.

This is exactly what led me to investigate, flip, and abstract the political

posters in Tokyo.

The posters often fall prey to vandalization which I completely understand.  Ripped, torn

defaced, all add to the uniqueness of each image.

I love subverting the images that the politicians use to try to corrupt us.

another in the glorious series from the series of political poster abstractions.