When I was little and it was the night before my birthday, I would always go to bed early. Because I figured that the sooner I would go to sleep, the sooner it would be tomorrow. Continue Reading →
In this photo Stevens with his assistant just ran into his garden and walked in front of his big painting during a sudden downpour. Continue Reading →
It is already a bit long I don’t write stuff to show my world. I wonder what is nice to show and what is not, though I had never doubted about this. To be aware what I write might be reflecting a world that the local readers might be hard to imagine, though it is common in the world around me now. How could I build this bridge? What is value of my contribution?