back in may 2007 i had
gone to see a nine inch nails show
it was so impacting i felt
compelled to do something myself
yes, that was the start of this blog.
until then i only had a little template-made website
hidden in webspace like a true shrinking violetta
the new material from nin at that time was called
"art is resistance" and although i understood the intent,
i had to respond to it by naming my new project what 'art' meant to me
and upon pure impulse
picked an idea of a dress with painted wings as the subject matter
how strange, in the process the process took over and it had
shown me once and again how i drag my feet in resistance to it
you see,
i once was a child feeling
free to dream, believe and to soar, and
my heart never ceased to long for
that state that was the truth of me
as i blogged on,
the magic of life took over and
the last four years spent blogging 'coincided' with
the period i dedicated to reclaim my wings
oh, i found a perfect quote along the way:
The beginning of love is at the end of resistance.
-Danielle Light
here's my new video - hope you enjoy
the beautifully emotive song is by ms. Betsy Grant, the first moment i heard it
i knew i found the perfect piece for my last video
please visit her website for more information:
betsygrantmusic.com
thank you so much for your visit!
Making of a silk dress with a wing painted on it.
With dye in color blue black.
Realistic feathers placed unrealistically.
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.
who rambles about random stuff as well.
Read on.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Making process of a dress with hand-dyed, painted feathers / wing, documented by Japanese artist Yuko Nagai. And other random subjects relating to creativity and wonders in nature.
October 30, 2011
October 10, 2011
it must be (love).
just the other morn i
stumbled out the door for last minute garbage hauling
earlybird i am not, i held out my bag near-incoherent,
catching guys by the trash truck at the last second
surprise, i was
greeted by an unexpected
one of the busy guys he was
wearing a smile, subtle and serene,
as he paused to take my bag
haven't we met before, i almost said and thought twice
(that sounded like a lousy pick up line)
and in few hours i connected synapses
aaaha, he looked like....him!
i caught him in a jizou* moment!!
here's a link to the ultimate know-it-all's page on jizou
i want to introduce all of you
to my best friends in the neighborhood
i met them by a nondescript shrine in the middle of a rice field
they were emitting a sense of all-inclusive acceptance, sitting by them
even the biggest losses in my life felt alright somehow
and i thought:
this must be l o v e, baby
i am not buddha-ing on you in any way
i only know less than minimum about the subject anyways
all i want is for you to see how simply they are sculpted
and how effectively so, the artist knew
must have known it very well, the jizou moment
see?
they survived the quakes!
i would like it some day, somehow i become a master like this artist
flow in the jizou moment and leave behind me
a little something someone can sit by
and know that everything's cool, if only for a little while
this blog is finally wrapping up,
the next up: video!
thanks for coming by
additionally,
i've been keeping my eye since, on new jizou encounters
here are some, in case you wonder how the other ones look
may take a while to load
click here to fly to flickr if the viewer doesn't work
stumbled out the door for last minute garbage hauling
earlybird i am not, i held out my bag near-incoherent,
catching guys by the trash truck at the last second
surprise, i was
greeted by an unexpected
one of the busy guys he was
wearing a smile, subtle and serene,
as he paused to take my bag
haven't we met before, i almost said and thought twice
(that sounded like a lousy pick up line)
and in few hours i connected synapses
aaaha, he looked like....him!
i caught him in a jizou* moment!!
here's a link to the ultimate know-it-all's page on jizou
i want to introduce all of you
to my best friends in the neighborhood
i met them by a nondescript shrine in the middle of a rice field
they were emitting a sense of all-inclusive acceptance, sitting by them
even the biggest losses in my life felt alright somehow
and i thought:
this must be l o v e, baby
i am not buddha-ing on you in any way
i only know less than minimum about the subject anyways
all i want is for you to see how simply they are sculpted
and how effectively so, the artist knew
must have known it very well, the jizou moment
see?
they survived the quakes!
i would like it some day, somehow i become a master like this artist
flow in the jizou moment and leave behind me
a little something someone can sit by
and know that everything's cool, if only for a little while
this blog is finally wrapping up,
the next up: video!
thanks for coming by
additionally,
i've been keeping my eye since, on new jizou encounters
here are some, in case you wonder how the other ones look
may take a while to load
click here to fly to flickr if the viewer doesn't work
Get the flash player here: http://www.adobe.com/flashplayer
October 1, 2011
wing dress update: there's so much to sea!
it was a very hot summer, and
in mid august i fleed to the western japan
in search of a large body of saltwater to throw myself in
this girl couldn't help it
would you like nose-full of salt water with that?
it was a pleasant, comforting surprise
to find the tottori prefecture full of windmills making power
surprise, due to their adorable lack of self promotion
and,
this is the region called san-in, "in the shadow of mountains"
the above is my personal best of the san-in gems
"yasugi", a quiet little village straight out of classic folk tales
.....wait, i think i was gonna tell you about something else....
oh. the dress.
on my last post, i was considering 2 options for the red trim around the neck
neither of them looked like this but that's what happens
when you rinse your nostrils with salt water one too many times
thank you for hanging with me
in mid august i fleed to the western japan
in search of a large body of saltwater to throw myself in
this girl couldn't help it
arrived by chance at tottori
and its famed sand dune
savoring ear-full of desert silence
would you like nose-full of salt water with that?
.....yes.
driving my rented nissan through corn field
it was a pleasant, comforting surprise
to find the tottori prefecture full of windmills making power
surprise, due to their adorable lack of self promotion
and,
meeting moos while on land
then headed east, along the coast linethis is the region called san-in, "in the shadow of mountains"
driving through san-in "geopark" on its winding scenic route
yup, geopark
finding gems along the way...one of them gems
ah..........
....summer!!!!
never want to leave...
"yasugi", a quiet little village straight out of classic folk tales
.....wait, i think i was gonna tell you about something else....
oh. the dress.
on my last post, i was considering 2 options for the red trim around the neck
neither of them looked like this but that's what happens
when you rinse your nostrils with salt water one too many times
thank you for hanging with me
the dune at sun down
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japan,
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