in a little café in tokyo, after a lunch under the cherry blossoms
watercolour pocket moleskine
logo (or japanese charactere) of a ramen restaurant and piggies at the curtain of a korean barbecue (Shinagawa, tokyo)
sierra pen, watecolour, pocket note book moleskine
and i find the perfect pen, the same as kei, the charming person who i met in tokyo and who is posting cats here and on flickr, great work Kei!
sierra pen, watercolour on pocket notebook moleskine
Near Tokyo tower, after we try the monorail (thinking first it leads us to a connection but not, so we had to go back) and a japanese hamburger (our first in 3 trips) very good!
“… il passait son temps à faire des plans sur la comète et à retomber sur la tête (…) tout le monde l’appelait le Minotaure. (…) il plongeait ses mains dans la matière et donnait vie à ses rêves…”
Le Minotaure, Niagara
“ca fait plus d’un million d’années que je suis dans le ciel. Eperdu dans l’immensité, la tête vers le soleil. (…) Ca fait bien trop longtemps que j’attends de rattraper le vent. Ca fait plus d’un million d’années que je pars en fumée à retourner vers vers le néant jusqu’à la nuit des temps”
Un million d’années, Niagara
“… He spent his time making plans on the comet to fall on his head (…) everyone called him the Minotaur. (…) He plunged his hands into the matter and gave life to his dreams … ”
The Minotaur, Niagara
“It’s been more than a million years that I’m in heaven. Bewildered in immensity, head toward the sun. (…) It’s been so long that I expect to catch the wind. it’s more than a million years that I’m going back to smoke to nothing until the dawn of time ”
A million years, Niagara
While fields are burnning, I expect my tears to come, and when the plain is undulating, that nothing ever reach me”
Young, red, very good cologne, brown velvet jacket, gray jeans, simple Adidas, huge silver ring in major, ring with black stone and square ring at ring finger.
Cartier Trinity + silver ring at the other hand.
Reminiscence of S. Gainsbourg
The good Weather returns.
i think the lady had seen she was the subject of my drawing.
i wonder how much she wasn’t taking the pose.
I draw on the train.
This morning, a man was watching me.
I continued to draw, not a little proud of overcoming my shyness.
When the voice announced the the next stoop, my observer get down before me.
I went down, then walking, I saw that the gentleman in question had get down too.
I recognized him, I am observant.
Then a voice spoke to me.
It was Mr Observer!
“Hello sir, I was on the train, I watched you draw. It serves something these cartoons? Because I have seen people like you who draw, why do you do that? Is it your job ?…”
Then I explained that I drew to pass the time, to train myself to draw faces and people because I was not very good at this, and especially because it makes memories.
I showed him other drawings in my notebook, travel, dreams …
“Yes and then it remains at least” …