Sunday, September 30, 2012

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Drawing a day - 303

The definition of my species.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Drawing a day - 300

Setting behind this cooling road, the sun drained power from me and other machines. We stand exhausted and blue.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Monday, September 24, 2012

Drawing a day - 298

Born with light bone structure.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Drawing a day - 297

In the dream it was behind a hill.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Friday, September 21, 2012

Drawing a day - 295

Today I refuse, tomorrow I refuse.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Drawing a day - 292

Roads like ropes, wells like harpoons. Who could claim ownership or receive this as an artifact.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Drawing a day - 291

The instrument made me as its master.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Drawing a day - 290

An empty plate, a sooty fireplace and worn out cutlery. I will consume my hands tonight, in remembrance of my deeds.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Drawing a day - 289

Endless time, endless possibilities.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Drawing a day - 288

Try to understand the conductivity of skin and dance in the rhythm of the receptors underneath.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Drawing a day - 287

Isolation of planets, islands and bodies. Exposure to rays, waves and spells.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Drawing a day - 285

Structure of a structure.

Sour orange light (Kyoto L)

Second visit to Kyoto's Arashiyama. Last time was in April. The amount of tourism was not too much this time and for a moment I heard noises not generated by human kind. It's 20 minutes straight train ride from nearby of my home. A train of one car.

The highlight was ukai (cormorant) -fishing. While totally a show for tourists, as a glimpse to the ways of the past it was interesting. Violently birds dive after their instincts while men drum the fish awake. Rope reels the lucky ones in to vomit the catch in the sour orange light of a crackling lantern. But the sky is smooth and river warm.