Making of a silk dress with a wing painted on it.
With dye in color blue black.
Realistic feathers placed unrealistically.
A long story told as is.
By artist/escapist Yuko Nagai, currently Miss Sore Thumb in a rural Japanese town
who rambles about random stuff as well.
Read on.
Thank you.

July 31, 2011

wing dress update: there are no mistakes, just...mishaps.

don't fear mistakes. there are none.

words of miles davis,
ring true?

and why am i quoting him as i
write another post on my
wing dress project??


(if you are here for the first time:
i have been documenting the making-of process
of dresses made of silk with a wing dyed/painted on it
if you would like to back track a little,
here is a link to the previous posts
in any case welcome, hope you'll enjoy your visit)



before we tread where he fears not
may i play you a symphony
heard every morning during the summertime?



(recorded with iphone)


July 30, 2011 at 4am by radio dreamt

no, i don't live in rain forest
but it was rainy,
or more suitably, the drizzle plus was fallin'
you can hear everyone's out, making some noise...


now comes the mis.....hap
documented by chance, made into a short video
meant to be funny



it was funny while taping it, as
i was nonchalantly putting the body back in place
until a little later when i noticed....


well you know what, to tell you this i have to
work up my nerve by drawing another soundscape for you...


July 30, 2011 at 5pm by radio dreamt

cicadas, surf, traffic...and my neighbor's dragginslippers footsteps
i almost had to go outside and have a look at his footwear


(good thing i didn't.)


okay, ready?

- gasping alert -



you may say,

another accident???

(if you are a first time visitor and are still reading this:
thank you for hanging in, i am referring to the previous gasping incident,
which was documented on this post)

well, after all, my neighbor wasn't the only one wearing dragginslippers
these accidents are showing me i been dragging my feet, slowing down the pace
and the awareness of such turned from painful to curious during this very process,
in other words...

i stopped resisting my resistance


you see, this project, almost without my consent,
has been growing into what signifies my 'departure',
not so much physically, but more like a decision...
to a journey without destination,
to a flight solely for the sake of flying...

(the "wing dress" is an unintended visual pun - that turned out to be perfect
all the other puns you find here are, intended)


while the flight calls on me, i am
saying long goodbye to the past that feels incomplete
and while this post may not be the place to go into details
i wanted to vaguely articulate because i think, as personal as it may sound,
if you live a while you may come to know what i'm trying to convey, just..perhaps...

so
cicadas....
what do you think of all that?


why....sing?


July 30, 2011 at 6:30pm by radio dreamt

reply in unison: why ask why?



i am lucky to have a cleaner nearby, who is also a wizard
she reversed the reality and look!


the red tag states "express"
although in urgency, i did not mean to hurry you. i was just...panicked.

thank you, though.


so why do insects sing, all summer long
"singing to mate", does not sound enough

because...just listen to them


July 30, 2011 at 7pm by radio dreamt

i would very much like it if they are

singing to sing
about the soil once kept them warm
the summer cooling too soon
fading of the sunlight
and the moisture weighing the night

and singing to merge
with the movement of their wings
the vibrating of the sky
pulsating of their lives
and the heartbeat of that blogging idiot holding out her iphone in the air



thank you for your visit!