Moving from Asia to Europe. How does the shape of the window affect what you see?
In my case Japanese, Chinese, Scottish and English. I am not sure what the child of a rice cooker and a toaster would be but I’m sure that it would be fabulous. Suggestions? Other ways to think about one’s heritage?
So today is my birthday and I am lucky to be surrounded by loved ones some of whom provided me some rather lovely loot. Especially books, old and new. There is something rather satisfying about seeing them together. Perhaps this a weird caught between time, but I am a weird caught between person and I rather enjoy it.
The above are only a sample of the vast contents of my bag. My doctor tells me to bring water and sunblock. Photography demands a camera. My art teacher says carry a sketch book everywhere. My writing teacher advises a novel and a notebook. Fashion magazines require mascara, coverup, foundation. (But I have given up on those.) Life asks for a phone, money, keys. The physiotherapist frowns.
What do you bring on your travels?
I’m still in Taipei, it is a strange and lovely place. As varied as any city.
Night & Day:
Note the three little dogs in the basket.
Sometimes, when you are in foreign place it is the tiniest things that count. I’ve been in Taipei for two days, and of course, I take pictures of all the wrong things. A small flower at the bus stop, cynical cats, an apartment block on a grey day. But these are the things I want to remember the small sweet pleasures. The beauties that I can hold onto.
Flying to Taipei today. I always get a little jittery before travelling. It’s just the way that I am. I’m not even afraid of planes, or crashes, or anything like that. It’s just the smell of a new city, a differently angled moon, strange cola mixes. I don’t know. Anyway, did this little doodle to calm down.
An experiment with watercolor and an escape from the western canon.
It is hard to share strawberries and cake when your mom lives on a different continent.
Supposedly, Mr. S was writing about a funeral. Mostly, I find concupiscent curds to sound hypnotizing. Although, I hope they serve chunky-monkey at my funeral.
Playing around with mixed media.