Tag Archives: Mask

When dogs and origami mix

Was Toyoaki Kawai’s Mask of Hannya. Then my dog got it. Best I’d ever made it too.

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Mask of Myouou

Designed by Toyoaki Kawai. Second attempt. Got it better this time around.

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Mask of Myouou

Designed by Toyoaki Kawai. More pictures here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/skyraftwanderer/

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Abstractions

It’s a solitary tower. At one point it was surrounded by a village but that has long since vanished, ensnared by the clutches of time. The tower somehow seems to be beyond time, somehow unclassifiable. Depending on the position of … Continue reading

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20 Poems (Assorted)

Catfish (2 poems) Muddy pond perfectly seen. ~~~ Foraging barbels cast aside a world of dust. Silverfish Silver flash streaking across the bath(room floor) Damsel Fly Cobalt blue will o’ the wisp darting from stem to stem. Midges (2 poems) … Continue reading

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Friday Night (Poem)

Rags and feathers, African Mask, shuffling across the street, shambling through the crowds. Finding its spot, sitting cross-legged, pulling an instrument from a knapsack. Alto Saxophone. Rag encased hands run through tuning exercises. Squeaks and squawks rumble forth from the … Continue reading

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Friday Night

It starts every friday night. It emerges from the dusty side streets, rising and fading, dancing between the waves of night tide particles, prefect music from a concealed faraway deep within the villages side streets and alley ways, basements and … Continue reading

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The City of Marcia

By all appearances Marcia is a normal city. You enter into Marcia and everything you expect to see in a city is there. There are sky scrapers, shopping districts, museums and a cultural district were cafe’s, libraries and bookstores are … Continue reading

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