…it wasn’t until he turned a teenager that I felt the need to call my mom and apologize. Every single day.

Some of us are born to scale, some are not. Some will be on the covers, some won’t. The scale and the covers don’t matter. What does is that I am authentic in everything I’m doing and I do it because I love it.

Yum!

I reviewed my price structure and faced the fact that it wasn’t really solid. I used to price the paintings I loved the most higher prices. Which is a really amateur thing to do.

The scariest type of a painting - a self-portrait.

“If you think good work is synonymous with perfect work, you are headed for big trouble.”

(from Art and Fear by David Bayles & Ted Orland)

Japan’s west coast has been hit with a powerful earthquake 3 days ago. My heart goes out to the people of Ishikawa🩵 I’m all the more grateful for peaceful, normal mornings when my son’s feel peak out from beneath his sheets.

This scene has been on my mind for a couple of days. One morning my son was asleep with his feet popping out of the bedsheets - toes deeply asleep, but with curves and chubbiness revealing bustling Life doing its job inside, just beneath the pinkish skin.

The book I'm reading. I spotted it in a bookstore and loved what I saw - full of simple illustrations and beautiful black and white photographs. But what actually made me buy it was that it had this concise and super informative section about water purifiers directly attached to faucets.

Book details: “Ultra-minimalist Life“ (jap. 超ミニマルライフ Chou minimaru raifu) by Daisuke YOSUMI. Publisher: Diamond-sha. First publication: Oct. 3, 2023

A question worth asking.

Today, I was finishing up an oil painting with two pears and an apple. Painting the sides of canvas helps the painting appear more 3D. It’s like another dimension popping into ours…

“Ohayo, Ueshima-san.”

Found this at my local supermarket. It was love at first sight…

The same bed scene as seen by my dominant right hand. This hand didn’t ask for colors!

Nov. 28, 2023 Tuesday

This morning when I woke up my son was still asleep, so snuggled up in his bedsheets that all I could see was just a part of his face. I reached for my phone to take a picture… and immediately recalled how these days he says “he. doesn’t. like. that.” Terrible teenager moods. So I didn’t. Instead I sat there looking at him, smiling and trying to remember this warm and quiet moment. Take it all in. Later in the day I sketched it. First with my non-dominant, left hand (that’s the drawing with pink), then with my right one. Life is probably surprisingly full of such lovely moments, if only I slow down.