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29.5.15

The beach tonight, overcrowded.

The herons and other birds no longer land here. Too thick with people.
What were they thinking when they started promoting this beach?

26.5.15

From The Silk Road







Embroideries made by hand. Mothers for daughters dowries.
From the Silk Road.

22.5.15

Sunset, pink cloud, peony



pink Clouds and peonies

Old friends







In these photos are examples of chrysanthemum I cultivate.
Kiku

Garden I've grown.
Ceramic tiles of my design.
A flower called mountain laurel starting to bloom in my yard, and it reminds me of origami and Japan.

And my big suzani ( embroidery) on the wall from Samarkand Uzbekustan. The. Silk Road.

Art is in every corner of my life although I have not lately been making art in the sense that some think of making art.
But that sense narrows art.

Art is life.
Art is a way of perceiving life.
It is not only the action of writing a poem, it is in a certain observation of life that permeates.

So it is an awareness.
And in this we all are artist.
It isn't always necessary to be making and doing.

It is enough to be, alive.
Each person regardless has intrinsic value. We are not only the facade of this body we wear, but we are that which is everything. That which is all.

We are complete.
We are as Naoto says.
Love itself.

21.5.15

A pot made by me and Iichiro (with red quince )



Some pots I made that culminated in meeting someone who would become a great friend.

Kiku

My chrysanthemums I grew probably because I was in Japan, and it inspires me to this day..


No Chatto, it is Puddha


I wish I had the kimono from this designing..
I could get rid of all the others if i just had this one..


The quince in the pot Iichiro made and I glazed in raku..

My black and white pots....above

Driftwood at the beach



Me at the beach studying a piece of driftwood








20.5.15

Depot Cafe in Everett Has the Best Brisket

Im always glad to find him open. See the ribbons?
He's the brisket man!!

4.5.15

Fun at the beach.

A beautiful weekend