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My Art Tops a Cuppa!

My Pet Art event on July 15th will feature a lovely extra: my artwork printed on your order!
&Bloom, the cafe, has a special printer which can transfer images such as drawings and photos onto the top of foamy drinks such as lattes and cappucinos.

There will be lots of treats and surpries, so I hope to see you there!

The Lion Queen

I am part of an onlin weekly Poetry Challenge, and this week's theme is 'addiction'. Here is what I wrote:

The Lion Queen

She was addicted to lions

she started watching 'The Lion King' at four
that was her gateway
'started watching' because
four year olds can watch
beloved movies every day and twice onSundays

she loved everything about that movie
but especially she loved the lions
and she loved everything about the lions
but especially she loved their manes

Those manes!
how they captured her child's mind
she became obsessed with them and wanted to know them more
what did they smell like?
she wondered and wondered.
she wanted to bury her head in the mane of a lion
and smell

From there it was monthly visits to the Safari Park
her parents indulged her
it was a sacrifice; those parks aren't cheap
and they had their fill of them after one or two visits
but it was rare to see a child so fixated on something at such a young age
and who knows? They may have had a Jane Goodall on their hands

but the Safari Park only filled her with more longing
she couldn't get close enough
couldn't touch the lions
smell their manes

so she moved to Africa
she quit her job, spent all her money
set up a tent, and began living near the lions

The lions sensed there was nothing to fear from her
nothing to lose by letting her be among them
so she stayed with the lions
and each night she buried her head in the mane of the pride leader
and smelled
and dreamed dreams no human sounds entered

A group came from Hollywood
they wanted to make a reality show about her
she sent them away
they had nothing to offer her, nothing that interested her
they were merely vulgar, and repellant

after a few years she no longer could be easily recognized as human
not a lion either
she was a singular creature of this Earth

and then one day
the lions consumed her

the way of all addictions

Friends Come In All Sizes

Friends Come In All Sizes

I have a new friend. I have written before that I live on a street with a lot of bridges, because a small river runs smack down its middle, and that I also live directly in front of a school (actually two; the complex is shared by an elementary school and a junior high school).
Nearly every morning, I step outside, walk the twenty meters or so to the nearest bridge, and lean over it with my first cup of coffee of the day, just drinking up the vibe, often as not seeing ducks, or a white crane, a parrot or the occasional kingfisher.
So I have become somewhat of a fixture. This has brought a very talkative seven year old girl into my life. She started out wanting to practice her English with me (she has mastered 'Good morning' and 'See you!') but when that got old she had to come up with different reasons to prolong our time together, and delay the drudgery of school routines.
So now we compete in a daily series of 'races'. She will bring a collection she gathers on her way of leaves, flowers and twigs, and we will throw them into the river at the same time. The one that goes the furthest downstream wins. This started during cherry blossom season, when fallen flowers and petals were already festooning the river, and I pointed out to her how lovely they look as they flow along the surface. Kids, being less enamored of simply taking in beautiful scenes, quickly get bored of that and need to come up with some way to make things more proactive and thus interesting. And so our daily race concept was birthed. She gathered up some blossoms and flowers off the street and we tossed them in and watched them meander down. From there it was just a matter of spicing things up by seeing whose landed first, went furthest, etc.
I thought that when cherry blossom season ended, our shared enterprise would as well, but my little friend was not about to let a good thing go just because the cherry trees had done their annual duty. No, anything, so long as it is organic (we are not litterers, after all) has become fair game for her as she gathers up the competitors on her way down the street toward the bridge, her last stop before entering the school grounds.
We even have a sort of following at this point. Our races have attracted the attention of some of her classmates, who approach us to see what the heck is going on and stick around to view the results.
As for the results, I seldom win. I think there must be some hidden advantage in her lower height, shorter arm length etc. Not being a physicist, I can't say for sure, but regardless I am well below average at a contest that requires no skill whatsoever, so make of that what you will.
We don't know each others' names, but our meetings have become an important - and to me charming - part of each others' days.

Fuji San

Fuji-San

Mt. Fuji, Japan's highest mountain, is one of the most revered, and probably the most rendered, mountain in the world. Japanese artists, from woodblock print artists to Nihon-ga artists to pop artists such as Tadanori Yokoo, modern artists such as Tamako Kataoka, not to mention all the hobbyist painters ~ this beautiful mountain has no doubt been painted millions of times!

Here is my homage to a mountain that I feel great love for, along with nearby sites such as Fuji-Q Highland amusement park, Lake Ashinoko near Hakone, and the majestic Shiraito waterfall, which flows Fuji's annual snow melt drainage.

The Singularity But For Horses

Many people casually state that they are unconcerned about AI's supposed threat to employment opportunities for actual humans with mouths to feed and families to educate and care for. Why, look at history, they say; sure, technological disruptions temporarily cause unemployment and the pain that brings, but that always leads to NEW types of employment, NEW opportunities, and NEW paradigms in human ingenuity. It's a GOOD cycle, they hasten to assure us. If we're not on board with it, we are Luddites who resist the march of progress.

Just as those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it, those who learn the WRONG lessons from history are up the same creek, possibly trying to use a toaster for a paddle. Because just as every major war is different despite apparent similarities, causing generals to alway prepare for the last one, every technological disruption is different, and it is absurd to apply truisms where they have no business being.

Which brings us to horses. Hardly because they wanted to, for millennia they were among the most important drivers of human enterprise, conquest, massive construction projects, and so on. You cannot point to a single human tool or invention that played a bigger role in human civilization than horses other than, perhaps, the plow.
And yet, in the blink of an eye, the work done by horses was completely eradicated in the early 20th century. So decisive was the elimination of horses from the industrial picture and their replacement with the internal combustion engine that in today's world we rarely even consider them in relation to progress, to commerce, to industry. Yet so vital were they that steam locomotives were deemed 'iron horses' and steam engine pioneer James Watt used the term 'horsepower' to denote work output units. Today, only a few very minor industries continue to employ their services: racing, polo, circuses etc. This is all that remains for them to do.

Now, obviously, that is hardly a bad thing for horses. Millions upon millions of them have been spared thankless, grueling tasks. However, if in some parallel universe, those horses had needed those jobs, been paid for them, and those jobs and paychecks had been vital to the economy as a whole, then what Henry Ford, Ransom Olds and others did to them in the nineteen aughts would have been seen as not only reckless, but an absolute atrocity. No mere Luddite Uprising would have ensued. Karl Marx would have probably got the global revolution he predicted. 'Horses of the World, Unite!'

Why does this matter? Because something very similar may well be taking place before our very eyes. The rise of AI is not your great-granddaddy's disruption, because this time it isn't horses who will be replaced, it is people.
Throughout the history of technology, humans used animal bodies and their strengths to model our inventions. What could we make that were faster than horses, stronger than elephants, more resilient than camels, etc? The Wright Brothers followed DaVinci and others in studying the flight of birds in order to invent airplanes. Helicopter inventors looked as much to bees and dragonflies for inspiration as they did to birds. Always the same pattern. Relatively weak and limited homo sapiens used their one strength - their minds - to devise tools that imitated and ultimately improved upon what animals could do.

Now? It is not animals we are imitating to develop AI. It is the HUMAN BRAIN. So, pay heed to what happened to horses, in a time not that long ago, a time that the oldest among us still remember.
Because THAT is the parallel we should be drawing, not blithe tropes about how all innovations are job creators.
That is a shallow and blinkered way to consider the history of technology, and one that plays right into the hands of the AI developers of Silicon Valley and elsewhere who are working so hard, and so recklessly, to replace the human brain with something 'better'.
Don't fall for their slogans and their self congratulating rationales. Because just as horses were relegated to the circuses and the racetracks, hundreds of millions, possibly billions, of human beings may, in a matter of decades, be forced into sideshows while tech oligarchs horde everything to themselves and brag about the progress and benefits they are bringing. As Mr. Ed might say, 'Nay'.

I Made a Sign!

I made a sign to use at my exhibitions. I am planning to hold several over the coming months so it is sure to get a lot of use :) !

Upon A Rhinos Lap

My favorite place for perching is upon a rhino’s lap
It’s there I daydream, sing, imagine, read, and take a nap.
It’s spacious as a royal mattress, or a sultan’s chair;
and all the while the rhino's giant snout shades me from glare.
A rhino’s faulty eyesight gives a Rhino Sitter clearance
to worry not a tad about one’s looks or one’s appearance.
His mild, placid manner means you seldom need to worry
that he will suddenly aright and take off in a hurry.
I sat upon an ostrich once, but nothing’s more preposterous!
I’m taking no more chances and will stay with my rhinoceros.
And though I’m yet a youngling there’s one thing
for sure I know;
one’s life passes most pleasantly when
perched on a rhino!

New Circus Images

I am working on a circus theme for a future exhibition. These are the first three works specifically done as part of the series.

My work at Liquor Stand Sai in Setagaya!

Meet my new friend, Raita the Bunny! He is posing with his papa, who runsa shop that sells liquor and has daily wine tastings. This being the Year of the Rabbit, I had a nengajo image that he agreed to display in his rabbit-themed shop!

https://liquor-stand-sai.com/

New Zodiac Video: Line in the Sky

New Zodiac Video: Line in the Sky

Based on my recent Zodiac series.