First there were: the pink color of the skin, the bright yellow spirit, and the anaphylactic M-long (mental) blue sound, like the edge of a honed and hammered Katana of the Hon'ami blacksmith. It was...

Usually the sun rose from the familiar place, from the east, beyond the hills or beyond the park. You could feel him approaching, like a guard dog, with the same energy and happiness that the...

I am not and have never been, a painter or any other established or known form in the area of art. I am only the unconscious designer of emotions, which I catch like birds with their huge wings,...