Sorrow is the Heart of Autumn.

I'm having a hard weak.

Friday night I went out with SoryuSensei and the men in the class, we have a group where all of the men (about 30 out of 200 students, 13 came that night) and go drinking together.
They threw me a party.
I then spent 2 hours walking home at 2-4 in the morning.
The first picture is something that they all wrote for me. Everybody wrote 1 character.
Rice (also the first character in USA. This was written by Soryu)
Link (?=My English is bad)
Chance (?)
Sky
Color
Tits
Heart
Meat
Trust (?)
Ease (?)
Self/Ego (?)
Desire
Break (Soryu)

Saturday was the Award Banquet Ceremony (ABC, starting to use English again) for the show at the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the second picture is me next to my piece in my nice fancy suit!

The third picture is me getting awarded.

Sunday I went out to a book signing with SoryuSensei for a show that his brother (a more famous calligrapher than Soryu, though I think I prefer Soryu) and the brother's book signing, which was pretty funny.


The forth picture: Adieu (?)

I'm off to bed.

My show starts today!

YAY!

My second favorite hobby, after Calligraphy.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak!

弱い／よわい／yowai/weak

Looooooooooooooooooongevity

91 and still going strong!

Happy Birthday Grandpa!

This shirt was not cheap.

I bought this shirt a while back, and within a week, I had already gotten ink on the arms.

So, I decided to write on it.

The character means 'to spill'.

Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Art.

This is the flyer for the show at the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Art.


P.S. that is not my calligraphy on the flyer.

It was right in front of me?

I have absolutely no idea how to describe this character or my emotions involved with it in English.

I stabbed my finger.

I carved a new seal today.

As Requested.

This is the piece that was NOT selected for use in the show at the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Art this summer.

Spoilers!

Done.

I finished my piece for the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Art!!!!!!

A day late.

Dad.

Straight from the bottle.

I have calligraphy in the morning, but I have been busy not doing calligraphy, so I will probably be up late tonight writing, so I decided to get a little support.

I don't think I can write a straight line.

I love the Fukudas.

My Atelier

Is that spelled correctly?



Anyway, this is a picture of the apartment I have been writing in, and I will move into soon.
Its really nice because it is right next door to the Fukudas so I can help them if they need anything, but I get a bit more space to myself, as well as to my calligraphy.
I am standing on a ladder that goes up to a little loft (about 3 feet tall) which is just enough to lay a futon down and sleep.

Now I can to do big things!

Writing for a Museum.

Today, I worked on my ideas for the exhibition this summer at the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Art.

All images and ideas copyright Peter Loewi.

Update.

So, I took about a week off from calligraphy for a little trip, trying to rest my arm, because my teacher is always telling me that my calligraphy is tired and lacks vitality.
The only writing I did was with a stick and sand on the beach.
I will upload pictures when I figure out how to work a negative scanner.

I had calligraphy today with this one teacher who is wants me to send in a piece to this exhibition at the end of summer.
So, I wrote on big pieces of paper today, which was fun, much different from what I am used to, but, not pretty.
The piece doesn't have to be pretty.

So, couldn't anybody just write any old crap and send it in?

No, because I am sending it in to the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Art.

What is pretty, and does it have anything to do with good?

Mother

Happy Mother's Day to all of my lovely mothers.

If Murakami can do it, so can I.

Bringing calligraphy to the rich people.

I am going to a party with Soryu Sensei tonight in Ginza.

PS. This was written while listening to Fergie's Glamorous.

Ug.

The inability to concentrate leads to lack of productivity and/or dirty hands and clothes.