A simple, straightforward and happy song about the usual things people can be happy about: love, togetherness, teddy bears..yada yada. But oh the complicated things it brought out. Made even more complicated with the circumstance of chance. A timely intervention to my crumbling resolution. Why now?Ignorance would've been fine. Had it remained a melody, a harmless harmony associated with the pictures that moved. A harmless happy harmony. It would've made a better dedication. But I had to search didn't I? And finding out the words, melody is now tuned to the memory. The pictures now speak of different things. Of wings with no flight. Of things kept inside, dampened and gone dark, never having seen the light. This song isn't for me then, it's for them. But the meaning remains mine. This feeling, unearthed, is my own dirt. Best stop digging before I make it my grave.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Just another Sushi place in Little Tokyo. Framed like this though, it takes me back to the old country. It must be the incandescent light, along with the tight, but not claustrophobic feel of the beams around the door. Things you'd see in asian countries, where compact practicality replaces excess. I could pretend to see flies and bugs going around the light, through pretend humid night-time air. All pretend.
In reality, this restaurant is pretty wide and sprawling. Maybe that's what those characters mean: Wide and Sprawling Sushi. Hm. I'd ask my friend, but last time I did, he got me in trouble. Best stick to my imagination then.
This car is just a little bit longer than my bike! And the driver sits on the right side. AND two elephants, a clown and shaq came out to go to barnes and noble! I know what you're thinking: what? Shaq reads?!
Another melancholy sketch. Why do they come out to greet me so often at these times? I create them and then i break them. The shadow i cast on paper is like a mist that will smother her, poison her. Maybe she'd be smarter than the rest and flee before that happens, but then again i haven't drawn her legs yet. I'm sorry. I'll paint you in later when i have more than my tears to mix a palette with.