One of the guys I hung out with in college was an architecture student named Alan Aoki, the son of a prominent Northern California florist.
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Some tales are straightforward and conclude without ambiguity, but this is not one of those stories. It’s a true incident that happened to me in 1983 when I left my position as display manager for Mervyn’s Dept. Store, and took a position as manager of an art gallery in Portland, Oregon. Soaring Wings Gallery specialized […]
I couldn’t resist picking up my brushes to see what I could do with it. For those of you who are interested, this piece is acrylic on untempered masonite.
I was unemployed and on my way to a job interview. We hadn’t gone more than a few blocks when the long arm of the law appeared behind me, flashing red lights.
As an art professor, my job included exposing students to various art techniques so they could choose the one best suited to what they wished to express.
The incident I’m going to describe didn’t happen overseas; it happened at New York’s Kennedy Airport, a simple scene but one that still lingers with me.
While prowling through my files, I came across a few more pen & ink caricatures. This time I thought it might be fun to have you guess who these folks are.
I’d always enjoyed creating pen & ink drawings and seemed to have a knack for arranging lines in pleasing patterns to suggest a rich tonality.
Finally, there was a pounding on the door, accompanied by Mr. Hishogi’s voice. I won’t attempt to replicate his speech, but I think he said: “You such a lazy boy. No good worker.”
It’s said that from this spot a feeling of tranquility will snuff out all other feelings, making you feel at peace with God and the Universe.