I picked up the one of Orin’s old drawings for participating him to the Group show. He drew this one was his age 15 years old, he had to be in Michigan/Ann Arbor. The scene at that time comes to mind. At the same time, Orin really has left! The fact makes me cry.
The same spider that appeared at the edge of the kitchen sink for just one day, and disappeared suddenly that night, appears again! No matter how it look like, it doesn’t look like it’s nesting, and it’s hanging like Spider-Man? This time, diagonally above Orin’s shelf. A few days later, when I returned, it was nowhere to be found.
Recently, I received a leggings a kind of 2nd hands, and I casually looked at the maker’s tag, ( thinking of remodeling this leggings into a skirt). Is that it? “eye candy? ” This is what Orin used to call his art project like this. Orin’s art must have looked adorable in everyone’s eyes, and they were sweetly fascinated in everyone.
Orin is worried about me from somewhere, and he’s telling me like this, ‘Grandma/ ba~ya Sanae~, I / ji~ya am/is here, we’re together~’. But maybe it’s all just a fancy fantasy of mine. What I do know is that little by little, many things are peeling off, and “I pray for all happiness and gratitude for being able to fully live here and now.”
Brighton Beach. Was it seven or eight years ago when Orin and I came here, and on July 4th, did we shoot the fireworks video for Independence Day?
The first time I visited here was more than 35 years ago? In the chilly early spring, no one wanted to walk during the cloudy daytime, and the shops were closed. A pack of wild dogs was threatening me a little ahead. What is it, where does time set its direction?
Descending the rough boardwalk to the sandy beach. The sea breeze blows away the ashes even though I planned to draw using the ashes. Elderly couples relaxing, children and mothers, young people, someone walking along the waterfront, seagulls and seagulls. Where are they from and where are they going?
The waves erase the drawing. I can’t stop crying. The seagulls approached me with wondering faces. Head to the station again. I mutter to myself, like this; 『Jiiya/old man, I scattered your ashes on Brighton Beach today. I wanted to draw OS4ever look good, but it was a little different. I bought two types of pirozhki, cabbage and potatoes. However, actually did you want to eat meat pirozhki? 』
Directly across from my small dining table, Orin is located slightly diagonally above. Well, he always looks down on me. Recently I felt like he was asking something (should fix for him). Just because there was a picture of him smiling and eating, I changed it to this one. That’s all.
こういう地域にあたしは住んでいる。多趣味だった我が夫オリンの、その一つは知る人ぞ知る『コミック狂』。先日、ノストランド通りにこの様なコミック・ストアを発見!「おーい、あんたの好きなコミック店見つけたよー」と小声を出す。看板には堂々と、”Brooklyn’s #1 Hobby Store ” って書かれてる。オリンと一緒に大笑いしたかもね。こんな場所にあたしは居る。
I live in an area like this. My husband Orin has many hobbies, one of which is known to those in the know as “comic fanatic”. The other day, I found a comic store on Nostrand Street! “Hey, I found your favorite store!” I whispered. The sign proudly says “Brooklyn’s #1 Hobby Store”. You might have had a good laugh with Orin. I live in a place like this.
(I know) the part of my body where the internal organs were gouged out is still bleeding, and it still won’t stop. People refer to this condition as “crying with tears”. Every day I chant forgiveness, gratitude and love. That’s where my own place.
Both Orin and I are “(Lucky Fellow) x 5 “. Thank you. I’m too grateful, so it feels like I should be able to tranceformation to something else. I wonder why everyone is so kind and helpful to me. Love, Love , and Love. Thank you. Thank you so very much.
I (and Mica) have scattered some of his ashes in his heartland, Central Park, near the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and Strawberry Fields. Let me go to the sea and scattered a bit more of his ashes next time.