Monday, November 25, 2013


The words "moving house" probably fill any Western person with a slight amount of dread at the great undertaking. You'll have to set aside several whole days (or weeks) to pack, hire movers, hold a garage sale, empty the storage facility, and generally sort through the unbelievable amount of stuff that you're accumulated through the years.

I know, because it fills me with dread too. Why should it be like this?

These days, I see more and more how possessions control us. They prevent us from getting up and easily traveling to experience new places, new scenery, new friendships. They command us to live in a state of servitude to their great massiveness. They are cruel masters, and give little in return but momentary happiness.

I saw this meme recently and think it's 100% right!

I've done Black Friday / Cyber Monday sales in the past, but this year I want to do something different. I'm announcing a WHITE FRIDAY event! Let's turn the tables on greed and concentrate on giving. ^^/

Sooooo, this is where I need your help! Tell me who you think should have this framed limited edition "Spring" print, and why. (It can't be yourself. ;)

Comment on this post, on my Facebook, or Twitter. You can even email me [watashi(at)] your suggestion. I will read all the entries and decide upon a recipient over the weekend. Hopefully then you'll see a future post about how it all turned out.

Enjoy a wonderful time with your families or friends! Even if you go stalking those Black Friday deals, don't lose sight of what is most important in the whole world. :)

Happy Thanksgiving.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

The Fear of Feeling Home

The more I go through this life, the more I realize that I seem to be in a strange never-ending state of solitude-seeking. A constant state of suspended-reality-seeking. A constant avoidance of those things that make feel like I'm here, now, this this city, in this life, even in this room.

I tend to avoid joining clubs or other social organizations. I have few friends. I have few connections. I float by day after day. Sometimes I feel lonely, but when I try to suddenly delve into connections and clubs and meetings and places, I feel instantly smothered. I feel chained. I feel mired in an inescapable, dreadful sense of real. And real is boring. So off I go again into my dreamy, no-reality, no-place, no-schedule world filled only with ambient electropop, furious painting, sunlight, coffee, and dreams.

It's not that I'm unhappy there... I actually feel quite comfortable. More comfortable than any other place.

Is this even normal? To be afraid of ever feeling "home." To always have the need to be slightly disconnected from everything, everyone, and every place. This constant need to wander, the get lost, to never be quite sure of my surroundings or circumstances.

What does all this have to do with my art? I'm not sure. I feel like there's a connection, but I haven't discovered it yet. Must go wandering into the night again... maybe I'll find it someday...

Photo via Pinterest. This is how I feel, or wish to feel most of the time.