Sometimes I wondher, sometimes I losedher, and either time is time to look at my darker side…
that part of me that always seems to sabotage my dreams whenever they got too near.
Some would say its easier to blame others, be a victim, rationalize and project, was I right? was I wrong?…
but for me, it was always banging my head against the closed door of Was I? even, as I remember at this time of the year, when Christmas holidays come around and I find some cheer.
I still gaslight myself.
Some said my light was like their light, some said it too different to be a light
and the lights of fame though ventured towards me seemed like a cross to bare
I herd to belong somewhere for meaning, but I did no that it meant to be a burden, and
into the lessor known I shot my self strait and true
from spread, struggling to come …
to focus and be as one, and even when my own self is divided, my camera is as one.
I hope there is a light to be held, still “what” is just a hat following a “W.”
And after my journey I prefer a little sake.
Ki-seto is a style of Japanese “ folk pottery”—Seto (Seto-Mino area) is an old pottery area, or kiln in the abstract, home of Shino, Oribe, Ki-Seto, Seto-Guro and Kuro-Oribe as well as a bunch clay pots not tightly fitting into a specific category but bearing common qualities and simply referred to Seto-yaki. These two beautiful pots, a tokkuri and guinomi by (respectively) Kagami Shukai and his son Masakane.