Time Trip Blues -There is no dress code-

Feeling Jazz because that's what I had on Tuesday night at the dinner

You are a lot younger than me

That has been in my mind while writing back some texts to a person I don't know well
Not about the age though.

That was about a story of three months ago.

Since April, there has been one thing in my mind, and now it is August.

I needed to make a change, for half my choice, half forces of others.

Trying to leave one thing,
Knowing it will give me much freedom and learning.

Once in Tokyo, someone asked me in a poem, now that is about seven years ago, "what do you hide behind the beautiful winds [...]".
I had no answer to get back for such question back then to an almost stranger who I only met once. But the question stuck with me with another question, "what did he see?"



If I had something hidden under my winds, they will only be seen when I fly.
They will be left on the earth free to see for anyone who wishes.
Then I will also know, from upon the sky, what I held so carefully, what I have kept so securely, what I had with me, what I haven't let go, what made you curious about me.

They will be all yours or of someone else's, if they wished,
I will be then also re-gifted my wings that remember the flight.

Going back to the story of three months ago earlier, I met a man on two airplanes, on the way back to New York City.
He was from Fukuoka prefecture which his dialect told me before him introducing himself.

He was about the same age or a little younger than me.
He was Japanese whose father and grand father were deeply involved in the government and politics today in Japan. So as him also already half involved, soon to be more. We spent one evening, me showing around the city and met as I was asked to escort and accompany. The way he thinks, was interesting, relatable at some level, at the same time, scared me that these people are actually moving Japan right now, not the future not the past but at this very moment.

A cat... crossed the street in front of us. He called her a strayed cat, I asked him
Would a cat ever look for a home or wish to be adopted?
When if, it were not a stray cat from the first place and never had a home?

I think he was a reminder of a flight, that I haven't have taken yet.
It was a reminder to not stay back from the flight when you have wings to do so,  whatever the weather might be upon the sky.
It was a reminder, perhaps, to take well care of the wings if I would take a long flight.

It would be a long flight once I leave a ground next time, because I would be raising a beautifully woven white flags as a weapon to those who would come, many of who is like the man I met at the airplane twice, we liked each other's attitudes but we will have to argue for the better, to explore the better which we don't know by experience.

Flags covered with paints.

Now coming back to my studio, I am trying to repair one of the paintings and finish it.
I cannot figure out what translucent, or transparent  colors I used to make one specific odd color on one part of it.
I think I am missing one paint that I used to have back then.

It is strange though, my paints stock looks perfect to me.
This is not about colors of old masters, this is about my palette.
I sure know better than anyone.

No color is missing nor out of stock, only one 150ml tube of titanium white is about to be gone.
Looking the box of tubes like looking at an abstract painting trying to look for something.

Now that was yesterday. This morning, actually in my last dream, I realized about Zinc white which I stopped using while ago.

Is it you?

There is one thing for colors of oil paints, that I take it very seriously but I don't hear other artists talk about. Do you know what it is?

Do you know one mind trick in one of my recent window paintings?
If you take a look really closely, you might realize like I did.

Someday I may share with you some of those things in my book.

Now, how much stories are accurate? because it is written only from my perspective and my abstract memories.