Blood runs fast

Inspiration, sounds like a duh word when spoken today.
In a era that you can reach any information through the magical object called PC, the comfort of our sofa’s and beds seems so appropriate rather than hunting for quest in the savage world out there.
But I went.
Have to admit, I finally went. Months had passed since I moved my ass down here, but always there’s a excuse to postpone plans for a search.
Well, and I admit it was a nice move.
Once the great Horikin of Yokohama had said in a interview:
“In Japan, houses are made of paper and wood. in the West, houses are made of stone and iron. That’s one of the reasons culture was well preserved there.”
And I agree less. Looking to a old medieval imposing castle in front of you, bring the accuracy of Horikin’s words.

Cultures changes accordingly to the mans needs. It evolves, embraces, transforms. In forms that only can be delighted in the right time at the right temperature. The blood should run fast as the heart reaches the embodiment of feelings preserved in space and time. Frozen memories of codified messages, the messages that touches every mans souls.

And was my pleasure to “re-codify” the “tattoo messages” on these frozen objects

やっと行きました、博物館。
こっちへ来てからは、仕事や色々な個人的な事に時間が取られていたのも言訳の一つだが。。。でもやっぱり自分の絵や制作に切羽詰ってんのかなと思った瞬間が脳を横切ったんで、このままほっておくと後々大きな壁になりかねない、そう直感したらとりあえず探しに行こうと腰を上げたんです。
この前も書いた様に(こちら)、自分から行動を起こして行かないと何も始まらないんで。まだ色々と宿題は山済みだけど、こうした空気を感じに行くのは大切だなと改めて思いました。

今までは”置物”というか、家具と言うか、こういった物には一切興味が無かったんだが。。。今回はタンス、ストーブ、飾り物やらいたるところに”タトゥー”を発見。身近な所に宝はあるんだなと実感。この時が幸せです。