Art

Well howdy.

It's been a while. Comparatively speaking, in any case. I did start to hate this blog a bit. Like most things I do or create, it just serves to remind me of myself.

But I'm not doing this for me; it's so you all can see all the cool and crazy shit this nation has to offer.

For example: ART

As mentioned previously, ad nauseum in fact, I brought art the other week. And I present it to you now for your delectation.

So also as mentioned, the images were composed of ornately carved black card on white, creating a really striking, contrasting sillhouette effect. I was lucky enough to go to the exhibition with Maki, so she was able to talk to the artist. I would have been fucking stupefied if that hadn't been the case.

So out of I guess no more than thirty pieces, ranging from a few thousand en to a few tens of thousands of en, this one grabbed me the most:

Its title is 明日は明日の風が吹く. Which is pronounced 'ashita wa ashita no kaze ga fuku'.


My sister tells me that a transliteration is something like 'let the morn come and the meat with it...'

Sigh...... heavy weary sigh...... I did not know this at the time of viewing or buying... I literally just learnt that now. Literally about 10 mins ago. Let the morn come and the meat with it...

John 11:35

Unfuckingbelievable. You can't make this shit up. Unbelievable...

Whatever I fucking say now will pale in comparison to that fucking meaning, but a lot of the below was already written, so I guess I'll have to include it anyway... Shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer...


When I spoke of my own personal interpretation, Maki had to go and tell the artist, deshou. But he seemed reasonably impressed with it. And that's all art is really...   It's how that fucking Kentish repugnant vile evil dirty Tory skankwhore Emin can claim to be an artist, I guess. Yes, I too can crap myself in a bed under some supposedly smack-induced feacal delugional exodus and call it art. It only makes it thus if some poncey idiot twat goes and agrees. Anyway, I digress. Sort of. I did have a point somewhere...

Ah yes, I saw it as being in the face of great tumult, and other cloud-based tempests, the cat and dog are feeling it, but the guy remains unmovable. Strong, firm. Like mountain.

And it would've been churlish of me, not to have left that place with the image containing the mountains and such a powerful message.

The process was pretty funny. I knew Ashley had been in a few days previously and came back with one. I understood why as I was walking round. I went from not even entertaining such a wacky notion as buying art, to kind of wanting one of them, to returning to that picture several times. Just as we were about to leave, I knew I wasn't leaving without it. Bizzarre feeling man.

Now it's one of my favourite things I've brought since being here. Number two. Or possibly equal first with my fluorescent yellow lighter. This is all until I've got my first 刀 of course.

So that sentence (meat notwithstanding) can be translated as that even on a cloudy, windy day, stay firm in the face of it, as there is always tomorrow. The sort of thing that a misanthropic nihilist and doom-monger such as myself should pay the fuck attention to.

Don't worry about daily ups and downs as the flow of life is long. Worrying about the bad things constantly, you may find one day that you're a bitter, resentful old fuck and have wasted your life worrying about petty bullshit that you had little fucking control over in the first fucking place.



Oh and I'm well aware that 'delugional' isn't a word. I've said it before and I'll say it again: it fucking is now.