politician

Fabrication, Power, Politricks

Monday, June 17th, 2013

Lying Craving Power Eye

 

The Tokyo prefectural elections have six days to go.  The loudspeakers blare throughout my neighborhood, as well, and every nook of massive tokyo.  The promises come.  The lies are spoken.  The picture perfect images are created.  Nothing is as it seems.

Look closely.  Inspect our leaders to the point where the ben day dots break down into their pigmented hues.  There is no truth to be found here.  Only carefully constructed  illusions that will crumble when held up to real scrutiny.

Just another day, another lie, and it is all just politricks.

 

Tricky Trickster Urayasu

Friday, October 22nd, 2010

A few more from the upcoming mayors race in Urayasu.

Time to see through, and seek truth.

Time Lines, No See

Part the Sea of Lies

Urayasu is Up to Old Tricks

Wednesday, October 20th, 2010

Yep!  It is that time of season again.  The time when the citizens of the wealthy enclave of Urayasu head to the polls to vote for their next mayor.  I don’t know maybe its me, or maybe its my age, but I have become so jaded by the political process.  All these slick glossy images don’t pull me in; however, they do pull in my eye, and are captured with my lens.

It is time to rethink the way we are all impacted by politricks.  To deconstruct the images of the clean, and dirty politician, and see them all for what they are.

Slick Trick

Redder than Red

Illusion of Clean

Pink Rising

Four Days till E Day

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

I don’t mean that everyone on the planet will take ecstasy, I am talking about that the Japanese will go out to cast their ballots in an election.  I hate the noise of the loudspeakers, but I can’t control myself with the political posters.  I love taking them and flipping them.  Subverting them and converting them into an artistic expression.

Get out and vote with your cameras, and brushes.

Scratching the Retina

Jesus World Economic Party

Torn the Other Cheek

Magic Bean

One Week to Go

Sunday, July 4th, 2010

Next Sunday is the election in Japan.  Until that day arrives we will have to put up with the loud speakered buses at 9 o’clock in the morning.  The silly posters will all come down and we will all go forward with our lives.

Pure fields of colors to delight my inner self.

Enjoy.

Four Way Debate

Knock Out Lens

Blue White Red

Material for the Mash Up

Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

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!

There is Only One

Red Piece, Hair Piece

Red Yellow He's a Bad Fellow

Pitter Patter of Flapping Lips

Square, Doll, Circle and other Randomless Connections

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

Yes, she does.  She’s had enough hot air being spilled by the tricksters out there in the world.  Even though she is lost, she isn’t LOST.  She still fully comprehends her situation.  She knows what is to be must be, and that she can change only those things that she can control.

Live it up, enjoy the simple pleasure of a circle, square, and a couple of dots.  Enjoy the elegant beauty of a heart that is screaming out for attention.  Hey look at me I’ve got heart too.

Enjoy, live it up to the fullest.  Each and every single day.

Lost Doll and the Bokeh Politrickster

Scratch My Heart, Hope to Live

Push, the Key

Square, Rectangle, Circle, Dot, Dot

Under Overcast Skies

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010

It has been threatening to rain all day today.  The skies remained grey and full of the temptation to let forth and dump water upon the land, but the rain has yet to fall.  The air is cool with a hint of humidity.  The skies left no shadows on the ground.  All the colors were true to themselves.  The cool hues of the concrete, the muted rust interplaying with it’s blue brothers.  All beauty, all the time.

Just another day in the city.

Watching the colors, the doors, all interacting with one another.

Just another day in Tokyo, or I should say Chiba.

What Happened to My Reflection?

Cracked Corner Nail

Hooked and Signed

They Wont Leave me Alone

Tuesday, April 27th, 2010

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.

Twittle Hair, Twittle Dumb

A Stitch in a Stuffed Shirt

Not the Red Badge of Courage

Evil Eye, Eyeing Us All

Sunday, December 13th, 2009

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

Upiside Down and Concrete

ATTENTION: Mt. Fuiji found on a Trickster

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

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.

Mt Fuji on a Trickster

Election Day, Tokyo Style

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

The elections in Japan are short and sweet compared to those from back in the US.

There was only a few weeks of heavy campaigning and the trucks driving around the hood

blaring the “VOTE FOR ME,” rhetoric.

The streets are busy, in the morning as people rush out to vote before the heavy rains to come.

I started to take a few steps back when the political posters were the subject.

These are the results.

If you are here, in Japan, go out and vote.

Last Ditch Effort

Window Watching

And then the Door Opened

On the Wings of a Dove

Monday, May 25th, 2009

All those politricksters scream for change!

But all I see is an never ending flow of non change.

So let us be the change.  Let us transform the unknown

into the known.

Let there be blue light that surrounds us all.

 

On the Wings of a Dove

You’re in My Hands

Friday, May 1st, 2009

Politicians want to evoke power, control and fear.

This is of course not what it needed in the world.  We need far more

than fear.  We need tenderness, we need to feel the warmth of each others

hearts.  The sun shining down on our faces.

We need to put our hands into each others out of love, not fear.

 

Love, Peace, Kindness

Your in My Hands

You are in my hands.

I am in your hands.

We are in HIS hands.

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