Despite the Photography of Bankers

The show a few weeks ago in the Atrium of the MICA building was a treat. A group show of contemporary Indian painters, featuring many powerful abstractions.

I am writing this on my lunch hour; unfortunately I cannot enter the state of mind to properly describe the works. To say they were composed beautifully and full of lively yet meditative colors just doesn't sound right. They were more than that.
I hope I can see the show again, this time with notebook in hand.

Your Mother Gallery and the Other House and P-10 and the 100 tent project for Indonesia...thank you. PKW...thank you too.

The Migration Show....I wish the person behind the desk would have at least looked up when I walked in.
The white installation at the back didn't seem to be working.
The show seemed empty and a bit tired, except for the video piece by Naho Kawabe, a light-hearted conceptual piece on how she can imagine what a jungle is like though she has never been in one.....

Tokyo Photographer's Gallery...I miss you already.

The title of this entry refers to those lucky people who can travel because of their jobs. I hope that they can create culture-bridging, technically precise works of art which go beyond superficial "first world tourist collecting 'Asian' moments"...and that if ever they make booklets that they are worth the paper they are printed on....
I'm sorry.... I am not being very clear or pleasant here.....someone knows exactly why.

(It is no longer about the money owed, it is about respect for relationships. Interesting, however, that you are now in the money business.
Actually, I just reread this entry...why don't you buy a large number of tents for the Indonesian earthquake victims...I am sure many of them are still desperate for shelter.

Anyway......moving on.....from an incident which started in Tokyo 15+ years ago.