Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

2010/05/16

Graphic Tee Party

Yesterday I walked around LES for a bit, I remembered the Obey Pop-up Store that had temporarily parked on Orchard. I hadn't visited yet and apparently today was a book release party for some artist; Name Tagging was the book's title. On my way to Orchard, I found an opening reception on the corner of Bowery and Stantion. It seemed like a hole in the wall invaded by multiple canvasses and appreciators of said canvasses, along with variable scenesters and the absence of music. I walked in and immediately hated what I saw. Smeared paint of light colors on canvas with these weird odd shaped circles that seemed stuck on and painted over; each piece had one of these circles, I soon noticed. Then I realized what the circles were, after which I found two pieces that were cool.


This was one:

Sitting the Cook at the Dinner Table


The artist had taken t-shirts and stretched them over each canvas and painted over the fabric of the shirts. Some of the pieces utilized screen-printing which was like saying if so-many artists use a t-shirt design technique on canvas, why not bring the t-shirt itself in on it? After all, t-shirts love art too.


The weird circles were actually the head-holes of the t-shirts. And while I felt some of the screen-printed pieces were interesting or just nice to look at, there were far more pieces that I didn't like, that just seemed like I was expected to have been impressed solely on the fact that they were painted on a t-shirt stretched over canvas. But I'm sure other people were into it and they probably hated the pieces I liked, but whatever...thats art. I didn't want to know the artist's name, I didn't pick-up the info-sheet by the make-shift gallery's entrance, nor did I start any engaging conversation to see what anyone else thought about any of it. I kept my headphones on and Synchronicity was convincing me I want to have an affair with an older, married woman.

2010/02/18

American Idlers

Yesterday I went to see a friend perform live at an open mic showcase in the lower east side. It was an interesting night. However, I came to a rather obvious conclusion based upon some of the other acts of that same interesting night. There are people who are purposely attempting to become pop stars. This is a no-brainer if I'd only stop to consider today's entertainment, Making the Band, American Idol, and other shows that turn nobodies into pseudo-stars overnight. It shouldn't surprise me then, when a girl heads on stage half-naked with back-up dancers at an open mic. The back-up dancers, shocked me more than the see-thru nylon bodysuit. All she needed was a headset microphone and flashy lights. Of course the song was generic and the performance was an insincere attempt to ironically "dress up" the otherwise boring song.


The notion of chasing fame is not a new one, I'd just never experienced it in person before. Half of the acts in this open mic event were doing just that, purposely promoting themselves to become the next copy of whatever pop artist is currently the representation of their respective genre. I'm not angry, nor am I passing judgement, I'm only a bit confused. I don't understand why someone would purposely want to become that big. I guess to me, I only see the bad side. Tabloids, Paparazzi, E! Hollywood stories, stress, claustrophobia, or even simply not being able to do everyday things without people freaking out about it. To each is own, "one man's waste is another man's soap." I suppose being rich and influential is enough of a compensation but thats only if you're poor. Once you're rich and influential, where do you go from there? No Human is satisfied once they're dissatisfied. All it takes is one grievance to get the dominos tumbling. Any brief moment of accomplishment is only going to bring about more confidence to attempt new accomplishments; ones you never even desired before becoming rich and influential. And the higher you climb the harder you'll fall, and if you fall too early, you'll try so hard to get back up and in the Entertainment Industry, which drools out new versions of what's Popularly Acceptable weekly, you'll find that you've been replaced even before you fell.


But Fame and The Pursuit of Fame is a talent. It really is, its hard work to be safe and relevant during an entire career. It takes energy, innovation, and an uncompromising will to try to "make it" in the commercial music industry. My problem is that I usually expect an artist to use this energy, innovation, and uncompromising will on their music itself. I don't care about the gimmick, because more than anything I listen to the music, not the recording, not the video, or stage extravaganza. But listening alone, is no longer enough, we have passed that point where listening is stimulating enough; we need that television from Back to the Future II, the one Marty's son is watching with like 12 channels on at once. We need phones that can be used as the media equivalent to the swiss army knife. Ours, is the ADD-Age, in addition to not being able to stay interested in one thing for too long we need a sum of everything at once. Sadly, its nearly impossible to thoroughly appreciate anything through such simultaneous over-indulgence.

2010/02/17

The Past Must Be Heard (Loudly)


Conclusions by Luigi Russolo

from The Art of Noises (1913)


Conclusion 1

Futurist musicians must continually enlarge and enrich the field of sounds. This corresponds to a need in our sensibility. We note, n fact, in the composers of genius, a tendency towards the most complicated dissonances. As these move further and further away from pure sound, they almost achieve noise-sound. This need and this tendency cannot be satisfied except by the adding and the substitution of noises for sounds.


Conclusion 2

Futurist musicians must substitute for the limited variety of tones possessed by orchestral instruments today the infinite variety of tones of noises, reproduced with appropriate mechanisms.


Conclusion 3

The musician's sensibility, liberated from facile and traditional rhythm, must find in noises the means of extension and renewal, given that every noise offers the union of the most diverse rhythms apart from the predominant one.


Conclusion 4

Since every noise contains a predominant general tone in its irregular vibrations it will be easy to obtain in the construction of instruments which imitate them a sufficiently extended variety of tones, semitones, and quarter-tones. This variety of tones will not remove the characteristic tone from each noise, but will amplify only its texture or extension.

Conclusion 5

The practical difficulties in constructing these instruments are not serious. Once the mechanical principal which produces the noise has been found, its tone can be changed by following the same general laws of acoustics. If the instrument is to have a rotating movement, for instance, we will increase or decrease the speed, whereas if it is to not have rotating movement the noise-producing parts will vary in size and tautness.


Conclusion 6

The new orchestra will achieve the most complex and novel aural emotions not by incorporating a succession of life-imitating noises but by manipulating fantastic juxtapositions of these varied tones and rhythms. Therefore an instrument will have to offer the possibility of tone changes and varying degrees of amplification.


Conclusion 7

The variety of noises is infinite. If today, when we have perhaps a thousand different machines, we can distinguish a thousand different noises, tomorrow, as new machines multiply, we will be able to distinguish ten, twenty, or thirty thousand different noises, not merely in a simply imitative way, but to combine them according to our imagination.


Conclusion 8

We therefore invite young musicians of talent to conduct a sustained observation of all noises, in order to understand the various rhythms of which the are composed, their principal and secondary tones. By comparing the various tones of noises with

those of sounds, they will be convinced of the extent to which the former exceed the latter. This will afford not only an understanding, but also a taste and passion for

noises. After being conquered by Futurist eyes our multiplied sensibilities will at last hear with Futurist ears. In this way the motors and machines of our industrial cities will one day be consciously attuned, so that every factory will be transformed into an intoxicating orchestra of noises.

2009/12/02

Bunny Lake is _______

Bunny Lake is Missing - (1965) Directed by Otto Preminger

Starring Laurence Olivier, Carol Lynley, Keir Dullea


Otto Preminger is the master of opening titles. Anatomy of a Murder, The Man with the Golden Arm, and now Bunny Lake is Missing; the opening credits to these films are executed so stylishly, Preminger's choices for soundtracks and design are really something else, they weren't ahead of their time (I won't settle for that cliche) No, Otto won't be simply judged as anachronism, he just made others notice how behind the times they were.


As good as the opening credits are, they are just that, the opening credits; and therefore only the beginning of this great film. Black and white never looked so good, unsteady cameras and long shots that kept you with unease while you attempt to resolve for yourself what's happening to the main character, Ann Lake, played by Carol Lynley. Preminger keeps giving you information, but its never enough to piece it together before the film does it for you, this is a good thing. I'd definitely plan on owning and viewing this film many more times.

There's something to be said about films in the 60s and the cameras that were available at that time, as well as cinemascope and color. Especially color, by the time this film was released, color films were finally at a place where it truly worked, this happened sometime in the 50s and it only improved. The manner in which this affected black and white films is both good and bad. On one hand, the cameras and cinemascope format made for such a beautiful black and white image on screen, in the hands of a good director and cinematographer (in thos case Denys Coop), this was such a treasure to the viewer. Orson Welles, I think once said, that a beautiful could not be made in color. I partially agree, I believe they could definitely be made now or even as early as the late 70s but in the 50s and 60s, this was the height of the power of black and white films. Proof of this, for me, is found in the fact that if you shoot a black and white film today it would still look as if it were filmed in the 50s or 60s. I could be wrong...


I'm no director or film buff.


I'm just a jerk with two eyes and an ego.

2009/10/21

...That is the Question


The Doctor's Dilemma - (1958) Directed by Anthony Asquith

Starring Leslie Caron, Dirk Bogarde, Alastair Sim, Robert Morley


As soon as you discover this film, as well George Bernard Shaw's play from which the film is adapted, indeed has an overzealous surgeon named Cut-ler, you are aware that the comedy is intentional. Between Cutler's scalpel and Sir Ralph Bloomfield-Bonington's obsession with "stimulating the phagocytes!" there lies a black comedy about the value of talent versus the value of character. Sir Colenso Ridgeon is the doctor asked to save and prioritize the life of an artist.


A doctor refuses to save the life of an artist based on his judgement of that artist's personal moral constitution. Of course in the place of that artist, the doctor chooses a colleague who is financially unsound, who treats very impoverished patients for free, many times without the accessibility to materials and equipment he cannot afford.


The doctor's decision is a noble one but there is also another reason why this decision is made. The artist is rather good, remarkably talented even, however of a scoundrel he is thought to be, there is no denying his skills as a painter. The artist is also young and if it weren't for the tuberculosis, a long future of celebrity and success awaits to meet him. The doctor is aware of this as well as the fact that the artist is also a liar, a thief, and practically an anarchist who makes a mockery of society, its establishments, and all their laws.


The doctor's mind would be easily made up if not for the artist's wife. Though not legally married, she very much loves her husband and cannot or does not see as the doctor does, the artist's manner as that, no more than of a deplorable lout. The doctor employs the notion that art's value increases with death, as does the artist's. This notion also preserves the memory of the artist as his wife currently regards him, that is with reverence and devotion. The doctor also hopes to marry the artist's wife after his death since the doctor has no doubt fallen in love with her; it is that love that keeps him from soiling her idolization for her husband, the artist. There is no telling in the film, whether the doctor could soil her admiration to the artist but it is the doctor's belief that he can. The doctor does not marry the artist's wife who hates him for not saving her husband's life.


Hopefully the doctor has learned a bit more about morality from his dilemma. Perhaps he notes, men are neither good or bad, nor their decisions. Choices are to be made to the best of one's capabilities and circumstances and the right choice is usually the fact that a choice has been decided upon with consideration and practicality. Morals are fixed ideas that change over time but until they do they are solid blocks of ready-made opinions and judgements. This is a very limited perspective with which to service the millions of people, all who possess in their heads, their very own individual institution of thought. None of us think exactly the same way, the print of our brain is as unique as the one found on a finger. The doctor may have discovered this as it is he who is now judged by the artist's wife the way he once judged the artist.


After watching the film, I immediately thought, did he make the right choice? I didn't have an answer. And that's just it, I don't think there is an answer to that. But I feel its definitely the question director, Anthony Asquith wanted us to ask ourselves.



Guilty Conscience - (1985) Directed David Greene

Starring Anthony Hopkins and Blythe Danner


This was a TV movie!


I still cannot get over that this was a TV movie. I am very near to adding this film to my list of favorite crime dramas, if I had such a list, of course. Anthony Hopkins is sharpened and intelligently sinister enough to make him the number one choice for Dr. Hannibal Lecter six years after this film was released. I'm not sure if Anthony Hopkins was in fact the first top choice for Lecter but this movie definitely couldn't have hurt the making of that decision.


The film's protagonist is a crime lawyer who, like the retail worker who understands the department store's security and takes advantage from within, understands the system he works for and decides to cheat it. This is the case for Arthur Jamison, the crime attorney who is conspiring the perfect murder of his wife. The murderer is conspiring throughout the entire film, thoroughly considering and analyzing different ways to go about it. The murderer is careful and with the help of the "guilty conscience," which is really (in the film) just logic projected as a prosecutor as the murderer takes the imaginary witness stand to defend an established alibi, the murderer tries each plot for strengths and weaknesses.


Examining a number of possibilities, including reasons as to why they'd fail, the murderer schemes. Finally the murder is committed and it is up to us, the viewers, to decide if the murder is perfect, how likely will suspicion be dismissed from its perpetuator?


The film is good for its story's intelligent delivery and the suspense--well cushioned by a subtle soundtrack and unpredictable sequences. I'm not sure about the color as I took no chances and set my television's color down to black and white.

2009/10/19

Asa Nisi Masa

"Accept me as I am. Only then can we discover each other."


Fellini has made a film about a fictional director who is attempting to make a seemingly impossible film that can be both fresh and honest. What 8 1/2's fictional director, Guido Anselmi, doesn't realize is that he himself is the protagonist of a film that is just what he sets out to direct. And regardless of whom Guido Anselmi is based on, that parallel is not of adamant relevance. What is of important note, for me, is an artist's selfish need to confess through expression. To be pure to oneself and not compromise, even if your artistic disclosure isn't limited, personally, to you as the only strict subject. You're not only confessing yourself but the honest, uncompromised truths of others through association. Should this matter to art? Art's function, is it not to express, before and above all else? The artist's work isn't inspired to make friends (or enemies for that matter), its not for scandal or reputation (though it may very well seem like); Art is simply in the business of creating and destroying. Its not a matter of one or the other, it is in fact, a fact of both. Art creates and destroys, the flux from one side to the other, distributed howsoever the perspective of the viewer is inclined to receive it, this is Art.


"Of any artist truly worth the name we should ask nothing except this act of faith: to learn silence."


Fellini has made a very creative and destructive film with much success to, at the very least, what Guido Anselmi wished to accomplish. Guido within such a film however, met a different success than his invisible director. Its also a case of honesty and truth when an artist must accept the end. To force something out with no intention other than to stubbornly glorify oneself in the name of commitment alone; ladies and gentleman, here is vanity. When Guido finally stops pursuing his vision through means that could not properly express that vision, having realized this, it was with the same honesty and truth he gripped as weapons that he healed himself when those weapons were used instead, as gauze.

2009/10/01

The Passion Equals the Task


How far would you go for your art? What is enough and who's reception do you seek? For what purpose? There is rivalry, there is obsession, and ultimately, there is sacrifice.


Alfred Borden walks onto the gallows, his last footsteps over the wooden platform, provide for him, the audible announcement of death. He will hang for a crime he is innocent of. And although his last words are a set of syllables that conjunctively make up the magician's command, "abracadabra," he dies.


As you watch The Prestige, if you are at all an artist or creator of one sort or another, you will immediately recognize and identify yourself in these characters. You sympathize with their obsessions and reflect on your own sacrifices for the benefit of that which our Grasp desires to exceed, Imagination. It is this imagination that drives us to creation, and creation in turn strives for perfection.


We are possessed by our need to creatively express and just as important, to be understood. After all, expression is communication and every creation states or reveals to some degree, the mind of its creator. The magic in The Prestige is actively part of the story's narrative, allowing for magic on the stage to set the backdrop for the psychological drives of the protagonists. By this condition, magic graduates to further, subjective or metaphoric terms. Magic is then any form of art or expression, and the magicians, the expressionists.


Robert Angier walks onto the stage before a sold out theatre, each seat occupied for the sole purpose of being entertained by him. He feels their applause and senses their attention, eyes pregnant with wonder, lips parted with a breath not quite ready to escape. In the machine that has made him the best magician in England, he stands. Not knowing what awaits him, a standing ovation or a water tank. In fact, he knows very well that it is actually both that await him. In a matter of a second, he is both standing above his audience and below them. Up towards him, an ascension of cheers, as below he cannot see them, barely are their claps audible, and after his underwater bow, which is no more than a series of struggling jerks and spasms, he dies.


Reoccurring themes of both Christopher and Jonathan Nolan are obsession and duality. Brought on screen by such acclaimed works as Memento, The Dark Knight, and of course, The Prestige. What Memento did for obsession, The Dark Knight did for duality. I feel The Prestige achieves a balance between obsession and duality. Interestingly enough, this median is reflected by the coincidence that The Prestige is The Nolan Brothers' collaboration that, filmographically speaking, stands between Memento and The Dark Knight.


In The Prestige, I sense a personal reference to filmmaking. I also sense in the relationship of Alfred Borden and well, his brother Alfred Borden, a tie to the collaboration between The Nolan Brothers. The film itself is their magic trick, the three-act screenplay is even based on the three elements of the illusion. Angier's showmanship is echoing of a director's need to marvel the eyes of moviegoers, while Borden's boldness and discipline is the spirit of innovation and self-indulging experimentation.


Borden was indeed the natural magician, he was also selfish, as he perfected his craft more for himself than for his audience. The fact that Borden also had a natural double (a twin) reinforced such identification of being the natural, organic performer. This is contrasted by Angier's high-class showsmanship and supernatural clones. This divergence of style, also gives the protagonists different sets of obsessions. Borden is obsessed with being the best magician, ironically his best trick requires he be, instead, one-half of just that. Angiers is obsessed rather, with being the best performer. He simultaneously is also obsessed with authenticity, his early attempts at Borden's Transported Man were never satisfactory to him; as they weren't as Borden had performed them. Borden's obsession, on the other hand, is wrapped in secrecy and deception in order to maintain his place as best magician. This taxes his individuality; he has to share a life, including a wife and mistress. However, secrets are Borden's powers, it is only too apparent the insult paid when Angier, finally revealed as Lord Caldlow, tears Borden's secret without disclosing it, devaluing its worth. Regardless of the cost, the secret kept inflates the illusion's worth. Borden knows this when he informs Sarah's nephew that the secret impresses no one, or when Sarah is explained how the bullet catch is performed, Borden needs to quickly refurnish the unavoidable dangers of such a trick when she mocks the secret's obviousness. Ultimately, what Borden practices is that, illusions require illusions.


This, Angier states, he could never do, lead a false life...later on, when he first duplicates himself, Angier's instinct is immediately to kill the clone, as naturally he could not share the stage. This is where Angier's selfishness manifests, on the stage he must be the only recipient of the applause. "No one cares about the man in the box." What's also interesting to note here is, that every time Angier performs his perfected version of The Transported Man he is committing suicide. As with Mr. Alley's cat in Tesla's Colorado lab, the subject is cloned but the clone appears at a farther distance from the subject, which remains unchanged in appearance or location. On stage, the original subject, Angier, is dropped into the water tank under the stage, while a new clone appears elsewhere in the vicinity. This must be in part, why Angier books a final, limited engagement to perform his illusion. If he is in fact, no longer the original Angier and if, each time the illusion is performed, another clone is killed, the guilt is only so much to bear; it becomes understandable why Angier wouldn't want to continue performing his greatest trick.

At the end, they compare notes and we are asked whose sacrifice was greater. But there is no answer. In Heat it is expressed that the risk is worth the reward. If one is willing to sacrifice the things one values then the reward must be all the more valuable and whatever becomes of the person after such sacrifices, whether good or bad, that person has earned it. A man gets to a certain point, where he deserves the face he wears. This is the price of truth, self-truth and the failure of compromising it. The artists must always remain true to their imagination, to their creativity. All else is for the realm of the spectators and non-participants.

2009/08/25

The Exponential Obsession for Linda Fox




I am through and through obsessed with Kylie Minogue but allow me to elaborate as to the specific realm of my obsession, as its of a special sub-categorization of reverie. My brand of admiration for the Australian Pop Star is confined to only her image; more so, the photographic, promotional image of Kylie Minogue. This is a voiceless, 2-Dimensional, android entity and it is a separate being from the personal Kylie Minogue, who is a breathing, living human being who records music and is globally popular for her hits, videos, and has her own hobbies and interests. She is not an android, she has a voice with thoughts behind those words and if you stood before her, you'd enjoy 3 full dimensions of a very attractive woman.


Yes, Kylie is attractive; but this isn't written from a chauvinist perspective that identifies her to a limited desire of carnal lust. Its not just a physical admiration inspiring a fantasy of sleeping with Kylie that sponsors my obsession. In fact, unless I were dating her, I couldn't imagine seriously having sex with her at all. And there's the deal, it is quite difficult to date a voiceless, 2-Dimensional android.


To express matters as simply as I can, I just like her in pictures and some music videos. But even this is narrowed down as I am not interested in pictures pertaining to interviews, public appearances, or personal affairs. Similarly, I don't care much for talk show appearances, film roles, or any filming that captures her in her "real life". I am glad that she is quite a private person and likes to keep that side of her life to herself, which is to say, to its rightful owner. I am only interested in media that promotes her as a star or celebrated music personae. The many shots for the singles and album artwork of her latest album "X" is a prime example of where the direction of my addiction trails. Also the many pictures and videos of her grand, glamourized live performances may additionally give one the initial basis for my infatuation.






I should also admit here that I am not a fan of Kylie's music. There are songs that I like, The One, 2 Hearts, Slow, Chocolate, Can't Get You Out of My Head, but I could not sit through an entire album, even the songs mentioned are just temporary buzzes that I forget about after a week or so of exclusive attention. I almost feel guilty about my obsession since I do not love her music, often I joke: "I wish Goldfrapp were Kylie's music". This, of course not being fair to Goldfrapp who is among one of my favorite artists, is not meant to be an insult to the beautiful Alison. I simply only wish to illustrate my desire to enjoy Kylie's music as much as I do Goldfrapp.


For you see, the thing that appeals to me is the fact that Kylie's image looks like music that I would enjoy. To me her image is a sexy, electronic, brightly lit star that omits plasma beams of neon spectrums. Appearing to me like a muse or nymph, Kylie becomes the personification of the music I would aspire to create. My Immaculate Conception of sound brought to humanoid translation; a Galatea who was vividly transferred to visible presentation from, not stone but audio sound frequencies and amplifications.



Kylie is more art than artist, her image is a model who has her own ever altering soundtrack allianced by videos, calendars, posters, magazine spreads, ads, and other media supernovas as thought up and designed by modern Lautrecs. If you're thinking, "big deal, nowadays which superstar isn't marketed in that fashion?" You are right but as far as my personal inclination and preference is concerned, so far no other superstar sounds like Kylie's image when passed through my eyes and ears.


I hope I have not insulted the woman behind the image, hopefully she may find appreciation in the fact that she has inspired another, although not directly through music but nevertheless through something she has put forth for others to enjoy.






2009/03/17

Sound Kisses Sight


Crack The Skye is the title of Mastodon's new album. More yelling than growling, more solos, and as always solid consistency from song to song with a theme and amazing artwork to joint it all together. Paul A. Romano who has handled all their album artwork since Lifesblood (2001) to the aforementioned Crack The Skye, completes the dark and damp aesthetic of the band.



The sound reminds me of a swamp; in fact, it reminds me of Swamp Thing, a sludge of many natural things cohesively held together to form a clear, discernible figure, that at first glance might frighten the observer. Swamp Thing, like Mastodon's sound, is also intelligent; he was a scientist named Alex Olsen. Dr. Olsen was accidentally exposed to chemicals that altered his physical and biological appearance. By accident, I mean that it was accidental he lived; as it was Damian Ridge's intention to kill his colleague.


Um. back to Mastodon. (The inner geek sometimes gets out of hand).

I love when music and art wed one another. Yes and Roger Dean, Radiohead and Stanley Donwood, Tool and Adam Jones, Converge and Jacob Bannon, even Aesop Rock's recent steady collaboration with Jeremy Fish or The Mars Volta's to Jeff Jordan seems a match made in mathematic precision of perfection. It gets to the point when you see the art and in your head the music immediately hums to life; or vise versa, when you listen to the music and images of the particular corresponding artist pass over your mind's gallery. With the obvious exceptions of Bannon and Jones who are part of the Band they create art for, the remainder I listed hold a certain intimate affiliation, as if they were part of the band or artist. In many ways they are and in this information age of downloading and dematerialized consumption of media I find it valuable to the tangible CD, when thought and creativity is poured onto the concept of the artwork and how it relates to the album itself.

2009/02/23

Yet Another Reason Why I Love Juana Molina

She will be in New York City this Sat. at Le Poisson Rouge which means I will be there this Sat. at Le Poisson Rouge, even though admission is $15 (but hey you gotta live)

2008/12/15

Too Gentlemen



words: Azrael Encarnación
drawing: Mike DeNicola

2008/10/23

A Face Made From Flesh Enjoyed


English artist Jonathan Yeo figures celebritized pop portraits comprised of hardcore porn picture cutouts. The man is a good portrait painter as well, check out his oil translation of Sly Fox mogul, Rupert Murdoch on canvas. He definitely understands where everything should be as far as tone, light and shadow when cutting pictures depicting acts illegal in some states and composing the collages on these fuckfaces, as I like to call them. This is no doubt credited to and reflected by his talent as a portrait artist. He gets extra points from me for Bush's hair.

2008/10/02

Watch Like You Listen


"Listen Carefully" by Kana Kate Togashi
http://www.kanakatetogashi.com

Eclipse - Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid.
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid
As a movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the side of seeds of life with you.