Orin spent his final days in this hospital where he was rushed to emergency. Since then, I surely stop by here on my way home from the library and find out how my emotion has been moving. Orin is no more, his soul/energy wave has become a single superconscious. And because he is wrapping me up, so that is why I can move forward with peace of mind.
あたしの影がオリンの横顔に見える: My shadow looks like Orin’s profile
マットとリズの美味しいご飯、食材はほぼ彼らの庭で収穫したもの。花も見事に咲き誇っているね。
Delicious foods from Matt and Liz, mostly harvested from their own garden. The flowers are blooming beautifully too.
美味しい、美味しい！: Delicious, delicious! yummy yummy!彼らのハウスの瞑想ルームに、オリンの絵が掛かっている : A painting of Orin hangs in the meditation room of their house.Oさんの月命日、8月25日。マッサージセラピースタジオにて: O’s death anniversary, August 25th. At the massage therapy studio
A statue of the Buddhist monk Kuya is known for having small statues of Buddhas emerging from his mouth. ~~~ The six Buddha statues represent Amitabha Buddha. Kuya was known for his tireless efforts to teach Buddhism by chanting, “I take refuge in Amitabha Buddha.” Kuya was active in the middle of the Heian period (794 to late 12th century) amid rampant plagues and a series of events such as earthquakes, flooding and uprisings by Taira no Masakado and Fujiwara no Sumitomo. The disasters especially afflicted the common people.
The Buddhist monk helped the poor and sick throughout his life, earning him the nickname “Ichi no Hijiri,” a saint living among the ordinary people. The standing statue, believed to be from the early Kamakura period (late 12th century to 1333), is only 117 centimeters tall, but its muscular appearance in a simple outfit so overwhelms many viewers that they cannot help but feel like standing straighter before it. ~~~~ by The Yomiuri Shimbun / 11:00 JST, April 13, 2022
I may have written it somewhere, but once upon a time, I had an incredibly wonderful dream; We are sitting in a tatami room with dozens of tatami mats where the sun shines through the shoji/paper screens. Before long, the shoji doors opened, and an old man entered with a smile on his face. He looks like he’s pulling an endless bug cage (?) in his hands. To be more precise, the insect cage has a string attached to the corner, and the old man came in while dragging a bundle of the string, and when he sat face to face with us, he sat down slowly, started talking to us.
『Whenever you do a good deed or say a good word, it will fly out of your mouth like a butterfly. My duty ( mission ?) is to collect the butterflies in these insect cages. 』
That’s all. Just that. After that dream, for some reason, I learned about the statue of Kuya Shonin. The manifestation of divinity into the world through the vocal cords. If Kotodama(spirit of words) transforms in this phenomenal world, isn’t it a very symbolic way of showing it?
F.C, a friend of me & Orin, has an art history class at the Senior Center in Midtown East Manhattan, so I attend it from time to time. It’s a senior center, but active artists gather, each one has their own interesting experiences of art. Next week’s lecture will include a talk about historic buildings in New York City, so I thought that I would introduce some unique buildings on Flatbush Avenue. I went out to take pictures of some of the buildings in the area. They’re not only like this, more and more jumping into your eyes! I really wanted to make a video of the scenery of Flatbush, however I should say goodbye to August! Time flies.
“Flatbush, African burial ground”. (<–click ) I was able to go visit. The scale cannot be compared with Manhattan’s African burial ground. But the fact is as same as heavy with any burial ground. Once upon a time, it is the background of Kings county/Flatbush prosperity as a large plantation area at that time, where people brought and forced to work as slaves, then without returned to their mother country they passed away in foreign place. A local group firmly manages and supports this historical fact that is about to be erased into oblivion.
In 1976, a few farmers started selling their agricultural products in Union Square Park. Today, it has become a mecca for tourism as a world-class “green market”. (<–click) I used to recognize it as a “farmer’s market” as usual, but that’s an old story. Last summer, Orin and I were still in the city of Newburgh, going to the garden lot we were renting, tending tomatoes, nasturtiums, kale, broccoli and coloured greens. Well, there are cracks piled up in front of me, and yellow, green, and vermilion tiered patterns and unevenness, that’s right! This is a tomato!
Hey, Orin!!,,, that was fun~ Let’s resume gardening when we meet again. I suddenly remembered that a long time ago (at a cafe in Kunitachi City, Tokyo), a strange lady approached me and predicted, ” You will one day become the owner of a large plantation.” . Well, it doesn’t’ matter to me, but, it would be nice if I could obtain a certain amount of forest and become a planner for tree funerals.
My longtime friend Shinko Taguchi will hold a solo exhibition from July 10th. Her new work conveys how she builds her career with her own breathing and her steps. It’s a heartwarming title, but it’s also a concept that condenses her view of the world.
SJAC closing @ gallery Maxwith lovely friends, maybe my daughters(?)“I SEE SUMMER” closing @ 128 gallerywith Orin’s & J.M’s artworks @ 128 gallery with Satoko-chanSo much fun, I went theretalent showtalent show 2talent show keep goingtalent show poem readingIn here, our friend Frank Craven teaches poem, & art history outdoor dancing class near my apt, so cutefirefly as if Orin’s message, Yes I feel so!Judi’s Venetian Satellite @ her artists studio’s lobby
When I met Orin in 2007, he had already formed a music band. It’s called “Fist of Kindness”. They adopted the style of country rock and devoted themselves to performance activities. At that time, Orin was really lively, and I still had some physical strength, so I carried Orin’s heavy bass and participated in rehearsals at a music studio near Port Authority Bus Terminal. The members changed several times during this period, but in 2016, two of the main members moved to North Carolina, which was also the de facto dissolution of the group.
I think this fact was hard for Orin. He really loved the group, playing and recording.
Orin resumed his art activities to fill the void. For the next 6-7 years, we moved between Arizona and Upstate New York while returning to music with himself. We should move to New York City first, and then do more music collabs with everyone! Orin was so excited that he was going to do his best in art too.
This time, based on the editing of Gary Heidt and Mark Tulk, a single CD that can be said to be the culmination of the past has been completed. thank you very much.
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.
