First of all, I have to excuse all the English readers of this blog. I will mainly write today’s text in Japanese.
The main reason I started this blog in February this year, was to keep my former customers updated on what was going on with me currently.
I would not like to just “abandon” everyone that showed me support through the years. And this support came with each one’s sweat, blood and tears (literally).
So, it can’t be taken lightly.
I had a very special and rich experience recently. I will confess that I need time to digest this, and I promise that I will write about soon to you.
Thank you again for following
Not a so fruitful Monday…but there’s days when rats just walk in circles or cat’s that love pizzas. So why not?
Life is a poem
Serenity is a double edged sword
Only speaks when you are on accord
Like the poverty you can’t afford
Spiritual demises, re- incarnation
Blasphemy of the fortification
Concrete walls, neon damnation
Complaining, disturbing the sick
Morals burn, the instant flick
Care about your hair, god bless the prick
Look down and make ‘em waiting in line
While you are traveling and feeling fine
Praying in the rain intoxicated in wine
The new elite, the few that can flirt
While harvesting the length of your skirt
You will be damned in the end
Burning in your bunker with Lucifer’s friend
I am not so keen in write private stuff or publish personal topics here. Not that I’m hiding it or ignoring.
This supposed to be a blog about tattoos.
Problem is, that tattoos for me are a such part of my life or to be more righteous it is my life itself. As corny it might sound, but is the truth.
Everything I do is connected to this. Tattoo. And the tattoos I do, are ultimately connected to my person and my spirit.
Synchronously it is the balance between the two. Me and my tattoos. My tattoos and me.
But obviously I do have other interests. Some call it “having a life”. I have a life on tattoos, so I call the other things just “interests”.
Food? Music? Clothes?
We all do need it and at the same time, not. I experienced the earthquake that hit Japan in March 2011.
It was a heavenly sign (for more strange as it sounds), that we need to re-vision and re-think our values.
I tough at that moment tattoo was over for me. Who would think in getting a tattoo in a such obnoxious moment?
But still we are humans. We need the basic to survive, but we need to express ourselves.
So, thankfully customers came just on next day. Just as any other day. The (maybe) last day of our existences.
Please read my past thoughts here as well.
I learned it too. So, be it raining, be I’m tired. I will elbow myself to the front of stage and embrace myself in the sound, as it would be my last sound.
Living is almost hard as die for a cause.
Anyone familiar with Ukiyo-e prints might know that the 2nd painting is inspired in one of Hokusai’s Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji series.
I just came up with the idea of rendering some classic paintings like this in a different media (Acrylic) and see the results. Honestly quite hard to attain the desired one. I’m not happy 100 % , but I should move forward and keep challenging to the next one. At least, it is succeeding to the dead lines I have inside my head.
There’s few other topics I wanna cover in future paintings.
It will be more complicated as I want to feature human figures and/ or animals. Let’s see…
写真を見たら色々と突っ込みどころはあるとは思うが、俺なりの解釈で”アート、富士、人種”を感じたまま表現しているだけであって、IKEAで買ったライトとカーテンはさて置き、右側に見える安っぽいワインもさて置き、左側のパソコン画面がたまたま”CARLOS AUS TOKIO”の壁紙になっているのもさて置き、ヤラセなしで自分のアトリエはこっちではこんな感じです。どうぞ呆れずこれからも付き合って下さい
I remember one time visiting a friend in Korea and I was just appreciating the paintings hanging on his wall.
Comments, opinions back and forth. He, that had visited Japan (at that time, the country I was living in) asked me why people in Japan don’t hang painting or drawings on the wall.
I tried my best to explain that maybe was not part of our “living conditions”, so to speak.
Anyone that had the chance to visit the country or lived/lives there, knows how tiny are the rooms and privacy is almost to non-existent. Thin walls, basically everything is built on paper and wood (literally).
One of the reasons that fire is more scary than earthquake itself. The fires following after the houses crashing can cause more damage and so did during the war after the bombings (followed by fire) devastated entire cities like Tokyo itself.
Anyways, the other realistic reason is that opening a hole with a nail, screw or anything else on a apartment wall is not just an heresy, but it will be deducted from your wallet big time when you move out.
So, better do not attempt any fancy wall thing in your house (if is rented)
Another interesting comment came from an European friend stating that Japanese houses/ apartments only had the bright neon lights shinning all over the entire room.
Needles to say, when I visited Europe first hand I felt that rooms were so dark. Wondering how they could tell what they were eating at the dinner table.
Now, putting myself in that same situation of being located in the so-called “dark room” made me see the thing from a different point of view.
Well, not minding so much about the visual of the food I’m eating, as I cooked it by meself and I’m pretty much sure what’s going down through my throat.
But speaking of the paintings I’m making, they are mostly done under natural day light coming from the windows.
I bought a clip lamp, but honestly only used it couple times.
Other times I even went far to burn some damn candles to see how the guys “back in the days” used to feel when they painted. Well, obviously the Japanese masters of Ukiyo-e did also painted under candles, but when comes to sitting in front of a canvas stuff is slightly different, I guess. And stylish/ artsy…or whatever
Have to confess also, that as I explained; fire following an earthquake makes a big no-no for candles too in Japanese houses.
So, here I am. Enjoying 2 things I couldn’t do there: opening holes in the wall to hang my paintings and painting them under candle lights…how ’bout that?
Before all this post starts to look too gayish, I will pop up another beer…
Everything is a balance in life, just like light and shadows.
Still, a long way to go to fill in the damn thing…
Finally life seems to settle down here for me. I mean, in terms of paper work and other issues things are more or less done.
So, time to discover, re-discover, visit and re-visit. Clear mind, clear spirit. Stress is washed out.
Shameless, I will post some of my latest acrylic paintings I’ve being doing lately. I said shameless with no intention of sounding modest, as believe or not I had studied painting for a brief period of time.
I sincerely regret of sometimes doing things out of order. One was going to art classes after I started tattooing. Nowadays is not even rare to find guys with art degree under their belt pushing the envelope around.
But as a excuse for myself, I always do say to my customers that is not only design skills that mirrors a good tattoo.
At the end we’re not dealing with a silent white canvas. We are dealing with humans, sometimes demanding, sometimes art directing our own very art, moving, sweating and smelling.
If all of this sounds that is not for you…them please stick to the medium that suits you.
I just found that was exciting to deal with people.
And I do not call them “human canvas”, “living canvas” or just “canvas” as you might find in some tattoo related media typical cliche terminology.
I treat with respect my customers. Human beings first of all, not canvas.
Above all, with all the clients demanding or whatever, in tattooing it takes two to tango.
The paintings lead me to check the “real deal” again. Flowers and plants, forms, shapes and colors.
Every leaf have a different shape. Even if they are the same green color, it has different tones. Just as human beings.
Re-visiting my former learning on paintings, made me realise some forgotten feelings.
What was the color of your face?
Was that smile, a trace?
A stranger waits in a strange place
the coming of a new day
Before the fire, it was all dark
It’s when man discovered the mark
And the world was never the same again
But it still spin in vain
Travels the time in a late train
The bridge between the heart and his very brain
Art in general is strongly connected with the environment. It evolves, mutates and transforms the self onto a new form. Always embracing the air and the surrounding landscape.
The human being always impatient for new discovers were the first one’s to cross high mountains and deep seas, not for the adventure; but for the search of unknown horizons.
Interesting is the fact that these ventures were not always faced with warm welcoming, but instead with fierce resistance and why not, cannibalistic evil thoughts.
Even knowing that history is made by the winners and made to suit the needs and deeds of the conquistadores, it still a certain amount of charm remaining after the storm.
Pagan and heathen cultures were, even forcibly switched to new views of decency; the few that could scratch the surface from time to time. Probably, for having a such strong cultural heritage directly connected with the local nature and landscape; were the one’s to always throwing the questioning of the new Gods forced upon them.
Recent history is just a repetition of these facts. As we see a new God raising in the middle east, replacing ancient beliefs and built over a glorious past.
The Indo- European culture is just a mirror of these facts we evidence in the new upcoming century.
Still, there’s always a form of resistance, or why not a integration of such alien beliefs and opinions.
Music is a huge example of transformation/ emulation.
Slaves brought to the America’s were the one’s that transformed their beliefs and dogmas in form of Southern Holy Rollers and such as Gospel music.
Beliefs were not replaced, but say; emulated and brought up to a different level.
By no means it would be labeled as a “losers” version of specific cultural genre or a scream of despair from the guts of the enslaved.
It is itself, with all the proper credits; a new form of cultural heritage by no means spiting on the way paved by the ancestors.
Such connotations can also be seem in the South America’s. Were traces of millenarian cultural heritages were vanished in a record time. All in name of Christianizing barbarian elements and erasing any trace of self esteem that were faced with fear when the first man arrived from Europe.
Interesting is that, differing from Gospel music let’s say; is the strong connotation with thy roots were not entirely vanished. But touches were added, such as strings brought by the new lords. A typical instrument unknown till them by the indigenous people.
In meantime in Europe and Scandinavian territory, the resistance also were perpetuated. Until recently lets say, many of ancient beliefs replaced or stolen by the Christians are being brought back as a new cultural revival.
And were do the tattoo places itself on these cultural storming?
Unfortunately we see a lot of micro-cosmos being created as a sub-genres of this marginal art.
Were the world “traditional” are replacing the rebellious statements of the popular, working class culture.
In a age were internet dictates the trends as a new God, information wise we’ve been extremely well located on space and time.
As for my own experience, for having a western cultural background as a Brazilian born immersed in the Latino culture and plus blessed by the blood of my Japanese ancestors, brings me a “neutral” view of both sides playing a strange music.
Were indeed both sides proclaim to be the holders of the torch, as myself; I just see it as very vulnerable myth that had been carried with no specific knowledge and most of all, passion.
Western man dressed in kimono, Japanese youngsters dressed in hip-hop clothes. This is not a mix. Is a very say, dangerous replacement of cultural heritages. Were the sign of alarm were a long time ago switched on.
Despite the efforts from both sides, it will just lead to cultural and why not to say, a suicide of a folk art.
Needles to say, like music it evolves, emulates and transforms. But all these are possible when the players themselves do realize that to do so, is necessary to throw away self imposed rules and the worst; the self censorship created.
I still persist in refusing. If my music will be played in a time to come, I am up to see it.
Maybe the angel’s trumpets will echo through the dark valleys of doom