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What I need now is "Crying like a baby".
I've had sudden rage for it but it wouldn't come out...

New Work- Encaustic

 "Sakura" / Mixed Media / 8.5x11 inch / on the wood board

 

"Winter Tree" / Mixed Media / 8.5x11 inch / on the wood board

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Reading my old diary especially during the time we were in Japan, It makes me tearing, smiling...

Do you see it?

yet, the waiting is not done.

Wind kiss me with your warm lips, touch me with your gentle fingers.

I want to feel your breath warming my heart.

How long will you be cold to me...wind.

Can't sleep

1:50 am...
So, what can I say... It was  the fucking 13 years we had shared time together...

Photography

The photography is about reading light, 

finding a beauty of your subject, 

and knowing your camera.

Flying like an eagle

No more holding resentment in my heart, forgive and let go quickly with the grace,

just like an eagle flying in the sky.

Gone, Gone 2012

Many happened in 2012. I will say it was pretty bold to handle. However, good and bad, all the happening within my life, I believe,  will lead to a new door for me to open.
In a way. it is exciting to wait what's coming to me in 2013.

Sep 7, 2011

Live life like "Strong as a heavy machine, Light as a feather".

I am So Appreciate what I am getting from the beautiful generous nature.

He needed pictures for face book.

"I need pictures for face book. Can you take photos of me?" he said.

He just started getting onto face book and is been reconnecting with his family  who he haven't seen for over 30 years. And, of course, everyone wants to see his recent look.
Yeah, it's the power of face book.

The change is coming.

8/25/2011

I was feeling much better enough to play tennis this morning, but after one set of the game I had to stop for not over-doing.

My tennis friends in Vilcabamba

 Where am I? I am at Joseph's house. I came out for walk and ended up visiting Joseph. He is good friend of mine who has warm shoulders for me to cry on sometimes and I can always have good talk.

 

  Joseph is bring me coffee. He makes good coffee and is a good musician.

 Yasu and my Cafe-Cultura; we serve dinner twice a week here.

 I am still recovering from the sickness.

 The first sun-set I was watching yesterday after got back to Vilcabamba.

We are going to stay up in our farm-house in the middle of mountain this weekend. It is very rustic, a old table, couple of chairs are all we have in the house. we make fire to cook. But we enjoy being up there often time, away from the town and having total privacy.

It was a long week from New York to Ecuador.

It started from last Sunday after mid-night, having fever, shivering, body aching, and sweating for all night long. Then it would go away during the day and come back at night again.

Anyway, the problem was Tuesday night. Same, but this time it was much more severe. I was almost unconscious. I was in some sort of cocoon naked. Its inside was so cold like a house of ice, hot like a hell of fire, and so white rather beautiful.

There were a lot of voices around my ears. Those little voices soon faded away. However there was one voice I talk to and the voice talk to me back for such a quite while. That’s what I thought. But at the moment, it seemed like there were no time existing, everything was stopped.

I don’t remember what the voice and I talked about but one thing I clearly remember was that “are you afraid?” the voice said. I paused. All my life events, good and bad came to my vision. I paused again. And said, “No I am not afraid, even if I had to be gone right at this moment I am not afraid.” The voice paused and “okay then”.

And that was a moment I was able to move my body a bit but still shivering like little tree branches in the angry wind. Some how I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. I needed the physical and mental strength to go through the long journey that was ahead. So only thing I could think of was calling my spirit friends, energy of Reike, and my own spirit of bird. Yes. They really helped me.

I made 5 trips from 5^th floor to first floor to bring down luggage. Every step I took was unimaginably challenging. After this, from top to bottom of my body was soaking wet as if I just took a shower with clothing on.

I made to Airport at 5:00 in the morning Wednesday with those of my spirit friends, and finally to Quito around 10PM. I was still so sick.

In the hotel in Quito I was again almost unconscious. In this time I had another vision or dream. There were a man and I both wearing white clothing, standing by the river, the river where the water was white filled with full of white papers floating through the river but these papers were not wet. How strange… We did not talk but the man was tearing the white papers and throwing into the river continuously.

Next morning, Thursday, back to airport again to fly to Loja. And I made to come home. I saw Yasu and collapsed, from then to Friday I was in so much pain, Saturday I felt little better, and today, Sunday I think I am okay. I just need to eat more and regain the energy back.

I don’t know what all this mean. But for sure, it was some experience. Somewhat I feel it was a some kind of initiation into something...

butterflies

The wind got inside my body last night, storming through every single cell of the flesh, bones  and tormenting my butterflies.

Body temperature was unimaginably high but felt so cold.
I don't remember when was the last time I had this kind of fever.

The wind was telling me "let it go and carry on".

17th day in NY

well, 17th days in New York City, I am spending most of days for fixing, cleaning, reorganizing my apartment and walking to Central Park to play tennis. It's been pretty nice and cool last three days.  I've been trying to do meditation but haven't succeed due to a lot of noise from the city all day and night long. Yes, sure, I am in the BIG APPLE it never sleeps.

Trees in Central Park

 my tennis friend Helene she is going to be 81 this year.

7-10 to 7-11-Long Island in New York

going to New York

Gloomy and windy day, I feel heavy on my right shoulder. Unrecognizable uneasiness hasn't stop bothering me since a week ago. It's been chilly here in Vilcabamba. It gets in my bones and my emotion ridding on  the wave. Yeah, I got watch it out! Maybe, sweaty New York weather might help it...

Gallery Chakana & Cafe-Cultura

I love this place. It's got a great view, especially watching sun-set at the porch is amazing.

THE WORLD IN BETWEEN

 

To see more work of my recently art project "The World in Between"