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it's the most wonderful time.
2008-11-21 4:11PM / 標準BLOG / 會員可以看
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my sister is in LA for a little over a week. i met up with her today and we spent the day grocery shopping, checking out collector vinyl and having some nice sushi.

seeing her for the first time in nine months made me feel rejuvenated. it's funny how family can do that for you. her being here is reminding me of toronto and the rest of my family; i am realizing how much in fact, i do miss it all.

last year this time, i was preparing to leave the place i called home for 23 years.
in my mind, it was a necessary step to making my dreams come true. and just like that, a whole year flew by. in the last year i've done so much more than i could have fathomed possible. i've met a lot of great people and realized many things about myself through various successes and setbacks. i am so thankful for all that's happened in this short time. sometimes, i think about it all and still can't believe it's real.

i still have a long way to go, but i'm grateful for the great start i've had.

last christmas i was in LA, alone. this year, i will be in toronto with my family and old friends. it will be a world of difference and i can't wait.

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i realized the other day that my schedule for 2008 shows has come to a close.
i will have some new work in miami with cerasoli : lebasse at the aqua art fair, as well as a piece in the scion installation 5 tour.
however, my final final contribution to 2008 will be at cerasoli : lebasse's 'gifted' show. here are the two paintings:

pink snow, 12 x 12" mixed media on 300lb arches hot press.

in the snow, 12 x 12" mixed media on 300lb arches hot press.

i encourage those who are thinking about christmas presents to consider buying artwork for your family and friends, (even if they are not mine, haha). an original painting/ drawing/ sculpture is one-of-a-kind and the right piece can have a real profound effect on your loved one.

thanks for reading.

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Mika Nakanishi
留言於2008-11-30 10:52PM [举报]

fascinating stuff!
1pinecone
留言於2008-11-23 4:08PM [举报]

I would like you to know that it's freezing in Toronto at this moment, but they've also put up all the Christmas lights around Eaton Centre and Yonge street. It's all gravy; no American Thanksgiving reference needed.
rottendoubt
留言於2008-11-22 12:50AM [举报]

wonderful work!
Jayson Li
留言於2008-11-21 5:59PM [举报]

Leaving home is tough but it's sometimes necessary. I miss Vancouver once in a while. It's great you'll be home for Christmas.

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i was born in indonesia.
in 1989, my parents brought me to canada.

soyez amoureuses, vous serez heureuse.
d'où venons-nous? qui sommes-nous? où allons-nous?

I stopped and turned to look behind me. The slope twisted palely down toward the town like the tracks of some gigantic insect. I looked up at the sky then, under the moonlight, and glanced at my palm. With a rush of understanding I knew this wasn’t my hand anymore. I can’t explain it. But at a glance I knew. My hand was no longer my hand, my legs no longer my legs.

Bathed in the pallid moonlight, my body, like some plaster puppet, had lost all living warmth. As if a voodoo magician had put a spell on me, blowing my transient life into this lump of clay. The spark of life had vanished. My real life had fallen asleep somewhere, and a faceless someone was stuffing it in a suitcase, about to leave.

An awful chill swept through me and I felt choked. Someone had rearranged my cells, untied the threads that held my mind together. I couldn’t think straight. All I was able to do was retreat as fast as I could to my usual place of refuge. I took a huge breath, sinking in the sea of consciousness to the very bottom. Pushing aside the heavy water I plunged down quickly and grabbed a huge rock there with both arms. The water crushed my eardrums. I squeezed my eyes tightly closed, held my breath, resisting. Once I made up my mind, it wasn’t that difficult. I grew used to it all – the water pressure, the lack of air, the freezing darkness, the signals the chaos emitted. It was something I’d mastered again and again as a child.

Time reversed itself, looped back, collapsed, reordered itself. The worlds stretched out endlessly – and yet was defined and limited. Sharp images – just the images alone—passed down dark corridors, like jellyfish, like souls adrift. But I steeled myself not to look at them. If I acknowledged them, even a little they would envelop themselves in meaning. Meaning was fixed to the temporal, and the temporal was trying to force me to rise to the surface. I shut my mind tight to it all, waiting for the procession to pass.

How long I remained that way, I don’t know. When I bobbed to the surface, opened my eyes, and took a silent breath, the music had already stopped. The enigmatic performance was finished. I listened carefully. I couldn’t hear a thing. Absolutely nothing. No music, no people’s voices, no rustle of the wind.

-excerpt, Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

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