Katagiri, 2013
leather, acrylic, and metal on wood
Katagiri found a giant frog waiting for him in his apartment. It
was powerfully built, standing over six feet tall on its hind legs.
A skinny little man no more than five-foot-three, Katagiri was
overwhelmed by the frog’s imposing bulk.
“Call me ‘Frog,’” said the frog in a clear, strong voice.
Katagiri stood rooted in the doorway, unable to speak.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you. Just come in
and close the door. Please.”
Briefcase in his right hand, grocery bag with fresh vegetables
And canned salmon cradled in his left arm, Katagiri didn’t dare
Move.
“Please, Mr. Katagiri, hurry and close the door, and take
off your shoes.”
From “Super-frog Saves Tokyo” by Haruki Murakami
The Six-Faced Mirror, 2013
leather, acrylic,
and metal on wood
The prophet said, “God doesn’t pay
attention to your outer form:
so in your improving, seek the owner
of the Heart.”
God says, “I regard you through the
owner of the Heart,
not because of prostrations in prayer
nor the giving of wealth in charity.”*
The owner of the Heart becomes a
six-faced mirror:
through him God looks out upon all the
six directions.
MATHNAWI
V, 869 – 70; 874
From The Pocket Rumi
edited by Helminski
Poetry, 2013
leather, acrylic and metal on wood
The only way to be quiet
is to be quick, so I scare
you clumsily, or surprise
you with a stab. A praying
mantis knows time more
intimately than I and is
more casual. Crickets use
time for accompaniment to
innocent fidgeting. A zebra
races counterclockwise.
All this I desire. To
deepen you by my quickness
and delight as if you
were logical and proven,
but still be quiet as if
I were used to you; as if
you would never leave me
and were the inexorable
product of my own time.
“Poetry” by Frank O’Hara
Perhaps, 2013
acrylic,
leather(suede & crocodile), and metal on wood
Sur Le
Temps Pluvieux
Peut- être tu chéris moins que moi ces averses
Possible ! Les mentalit
ês sont si diverses.
On Rainy Weather
Perhaps you love, much less than me, these storms.
Could be. The mind will vary in its forms.
by
Marcel Proust
On Achievement, 2013
leather (pebbled
& crocodile), manila hemp, acrylic
and metal on wood
Those collars fooled me. Now I
know,
scratching on sand swathes does not produce
a pilot child.
Yogurt foils are medals, they won me gentle
tears.
Houseless toenails chattering, jabbing
against
the hourglass. A fine iota of honesty
hurts no one.
My feet are boundless. Your breath I
breathe and
my legs leap over the faltering arcs.
By Yeon Jee
Lox, the Shiba Inu, 2013
suede, manila
hemp, and metal on wood
Recap, 2013
rice paper, oil
pastel, leather, acrylic, manila hemp
and metal on wood
January gym mishap
February frolics
Frankenstein March
Inamorato April rouge
You may June
July grandeur
Adorned August
September tambourine
October Ptolemy freakout
November androgyny
Remember last December?
By Yeon Jee
Judo, 2013
rice paper,
acrylic, leather, and metal on wood
I.e., the kind of
verse
That doesn’t try
to force
People to their
knees
(Seeing as it sees
To people’s being
thrown
By forces of their
own).
From Judo by Dan
Brown
Rich & (Un)happy Midas, 2013
woven wood and
acrylic on wood
If he tried, with eager bites, to tear the food, the food
was covered with a yellow surface where his teeth
touched. He mixed pure water with wine, the other gift
of his benefactor, but molten gold could be seen trickling
through his lips.
From Ovid:
Metamorphoses translated by Kline, A. S.
A New World, 2013
acrylic, leather,
and metal on wood
The
captain stepped forth last. He gave sharp commands.
Wood
was gathered, kindled, and a fire leapt up in an instant.
The
captain beckoned his men into a half circle about him.
“A new
world,” he said.
From The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury
The Closet, 2013
leather, acrylic,
and metal on wood
“What shall we do with these?” asked the charwoman.
She
pointed to the closet, where there were 67 bottles of
chartreuse,
cognac, crème de cacao, absinthe, vermouth,
tequila,
106 cartons of Turkish cigarettes, and 198 yellow
boxes
of fifty-cent pure Havana-filler cigars. . . .
From The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury
Anecdotal Tinge, 2013
leather and metal
on wood
Viridian is a
chalky business.
Cardamom would be
a bit more honest.
Chartreuse stopped
trying
It’s not his fault
he’s cooler than the others.
And there is
Vermillion who burned down the house
and danced about
bone fire until her soles were pinken.
Azure sipped tea with Matisse.
I heard Ochre is gossiping about Olive’s
bambino whose nose is as bent as Gray’s.
Emerald got
anxious about her ancient thoughts.
So typical.
Violet is a tricky
business; unpredictable—no wonder
Crimson keeps flying
off the handle.
Burnt Umber said
he was tired of it all.
He just wants to
go home.
And so, there came
Darkness.
By Yeon Jee
glass bead gel,
acrylic, and paper on wood
Om Gang Ganapataye Namaha .
Om Shree Vigneswara Namaha .
श्री
गणेश मूल मंत्र : Ganesha
Mool Mantra
This “mantra of Lord Ganesha removes all obstacles and
gives success in one's efforts.”
Source from Mantras in Hindi http://www.hindi-mantra.com
Painting to Be Slept On I, 2013
leather, acrylic,
and metal on wood
Hang it after sleeping on it for more
than 100 nights.
1962 summer
From Grapefruit, “Painting
to Be Slept On” by Yoko Ono
Painting to Be Slept On II, 2013
leather, acrylic,
and metal on wood
Hang it after sleeping on it for more
than 100 nights.
1962 summer
From Grapefruit, “Painting
to Be Slept On” by Yoko Ono
Painting to Be Slept On III, 2013
leather, acrylic, and metal on wood
Hang it after sleeping on it for more
than 100 nights.
1962 summer
From Grapefruit, “Painting to Be Slept On” by Yoko Ono
Painting to Be Slept On IV, 2013
leather, acrylic, and metal on wood
Hang it after sleeping on it for more
than 100 nights.
1962 summer
From Grapefruit, “Painting to Be Slept On” by Yoko Ono
The Moon Hasn’t Set, 2013
rice paper,
acrylic, and leather on wood
Under vast arrays of stars, dazzling depths of night,
I light a lone lamp among cliffs. The moon hasn’t set.
It’s the unpolished jewel. Incandescence round and full,
It hangs there in blackest-azure skies, my very mind.
Chinese Poem.