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Where Humanity Meets Divine.

Assigning the symbol a new meaning* – A Cross Pouch (2015, retouched in 2020), vintage kimono and rubber. Inquire for custom works like this one.
Special thanks to Narcissuses.

*Wiki: A cross is a geometrical figure consisting of two intersecting lines or bars, usually perpendicular to each other.
 Me: is a figure symbolizing a spark of Inspiration striking through the human realm; at its crossing point is in the continuous ’now’ where everything is vibrant.

A vintage fabric purse.

A small pouch by the sunset sea.

Photographed the day prior, uploaded March 29, 2015 to Flickr. Purse created around shortly before. Revised edit created on February 14, 2021.
The purse was in use for some time before the vintage kimono fabric (with cross pattern) started to tear. Revision to the pouch was made March 2020.

Cross is a symbol I used many times over the years, with earliest ( that are on this website ) being the Pool Series ( circa 1999 – ).

To see the shape stripped off of its historical weight is a practice I’d call “individuation by choice”.
In fact made a zine a while back, loosely on the subject.
It is called “Own Your Shadow” (2018). Please have a look, purchase if you fancy, I poured lots of my experiences into it so that, hopefully, you won’t have to feel too alone while, if applicable, in a lightless cocoon.

Published on February 14, last edited March 04, 2021.

An outdoor swimming pool.
Pool Series (1999-2004)

A hand crafted purse with waves.

Photographed and uploaded to Flickr on January 28, 2015, revised edit made on February 14, 2021.
The purse itself was created circa 2004, out of vintage futon fabric I found during my visit to the island in early August 2003. The peak season with very few tourists, I was often alone, the only car on the road.

The place has a unique history as an island of exile, “…was a place of banishment for those who had fallen out of favor with the rulers of the day. More than 70 people—notably aristocrats and artists—were exiled here” (within “” from Smithsonian magazine).

Strange, felt like home there. I wrote a bit about my visit on: Dried persimmons from Sado Island made me think of.

Published on February 14, last edited on February 15, 2021.