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Can't see the wood for the mees, Facial-hugger, I yam what I yam, Like a clock whose hands are sweeping Past the minutes on its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space, Stripped down to the bone, The monk bought lunch, To impart - in part - the body parts partay, We think therefore we are what we are, Welcome to the Soft Parade
Yoshitoshi Kanemaki’s sculptures are somewhat arresting I find; the subjects convey movement, whilst emitting subtle emotions, and the exhistenial question of what exactly is within us along with dem bones, dem bones, dem, necessary bones.
First an array of his works, then a sequence of photographs showing the process, and hard work involved in creating these chimerical characters.
More information about the artist can be found here – Yoshitoshi Kanemaki – His work.
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Esme's Cloud 
Uncle Sigmund would have a field day with this guy. interesting nonetheless.
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I think you may be right there Don. nods. I’d like to see these in ‘the flesh’ so to speak, I reckon they’d be quite something. Thanks for popping over smiles.
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Tubularsock does have to admit that Sig would have something say about the guy giving that skeleton a blow job ……. the ultimate “boner” perhaps?
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HAHAHAHAHAHA. I was wondering who would be the first to mention the ‘boner‘. Hariod is usually first past the post with such things, but you’re all deviants here, so it’s a one hundred and fifty horse race laughs.
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LSD, the sculpture version 😀
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It’s a trip, no doubt about that!
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That first one looks like Mic Jagger, minus the skeleton.
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Hmm…he does a bit actually. Well spotted Victoria. nods
I think more people should wear rib-cages as hats, at a jaunty angle of course. So long as the weather is bone dry. bows.
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It’s been a while since I’ve had my head in the clouds and glad to be back, breathing the fresh air and being awestruck (maybe arresting is a better word) by this brilliantly creative artwork. Art – maybe that’s how we, as humans, bet soar. Peace, Harlon
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Hello again Harlon – smiles the Cloud and I am happy to see you up in the troposhere.
Arresting – yes, and being carved from wood, I’m sure I’d want to grab hold of dem bones and see how they feel to the touch. (gives a warning glance to Hariod).
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Just wow! Those are great art pieces
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Ha, yes, they grab the eye and astound instantly don’t they? I’m glad you enjoyed them mak. – smiles
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Thanks for sharing, it’s excellent work
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Your taste in art Esme is… is… unorthodox as Kanemaki’s sculptures are truthfully conjoining. (holding chin with betwixted & pursed brow)
Hums upon the Clouds (wink)
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Unorthodox. You may be right Professor, to earn a slot in the beady eye catagory an artist must provide something above and beyond the expected.
You’ll need a permit to hum on the Cloud Prof – writes one out in orange crayon on a piece torn from the back of a cereal box (co-co pops if you must know), and hands it over – All present and correct now. nods.
esme of unusual taste in stuff and gubbins fame upon the Cloud smiling.
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Indeed. I look to you Esme for cutting-edge neo-artsy of the Beyond! And thank you kindly for my orange Co-Co Pops humming permit. I shall stick it in my top hat opposite my feathered plume and behind my goggles. (with a rather large deviant grin)
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‘Neo-artsy’…I’m glad you spelled that correctly, hahahaha. Blimey. I do know much of ‘The Beyond’, that is true, too much perhaps… looks a bit mental.
You suit the hat and goggles Prof, and the orange crayon sets off your eyes lovely. – laughs.
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Like the good professor, I too hummed upon first viewing. Then the single word ‘escape’ kept recurring as I looked at each once again in turn. So, for you Esme it was about movement and emotion, and for me a kind of emotive turning away that was signalled in the ‘escape’ motif – but when I think about it, they’re the perhaps same thing in some degree?
Hariod-now-humming-a-ditty-of-broad-approval-though-in-the-same-key-as-the- professor-whilst-being-careful-not-to-be-‘conjoining’-with-him-if-at-all-possible.
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Ah but what emotion? ‘Caged’ was my first thought actually, which is clearly linked to escape, nods. The figures have escaped from the solid force that is the tree, but can never escape the bald fact of their mortality, which clasps them tight in what could be seen as an almost loving embrace. – smiles.
“-whilst-being-careful-not-to-be-‘conjoining’-with-him” – Like twins! You and Professor Taboo, conjoined twins, yes, it all makes sense now by the Gods!!
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Well, I suppose that in any desire to ‘escape’ there would likely be a feeling component – which propels the continued desire – and to me, any thought conjoined (that word again) with a feeling is what constitutes an emotion. Do we have to name it? Is it always possible to? Perhaps in doing so we constrict our interpretation of the work overly? Is the work necessarily about ‘mortality’ as something which we may wish to ‘escape’ i.e. into some immortality, or into non-existence? Maybe the artist says this is so, but likely is happy for viewers to arrive at their own conclusions? In what sense can we ‘escape’ either into immortality or into non-existence? To me, that doesn’t really make sense Esme, as in immortality we persist, and in non-existence there is no escapee.
– Hariod-overthinking-everything-like-a-camera-that-never-stops-taking-pictures-because-it-doesn’t-know-which-is-best
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Simple Simon strikes again. Hahahahahaha. – ducks
There is no escape, but then again of course there is. The limit is only set by the parameters of our present knowledge.
Give me a book, a good book mind, and I’ll disappear before my very eyes. To end this existence we have would most definitely count as an escape for some, but only those who believe it to be so, and only those left behind can ponder on the true success of the endeavour, for once gone…well, you end up on the Cloud, and forget all about such issues, and tissues, so don’t really give a dying fluck through a dolling roughnut anymore.
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Wow…what skill. And what imagination!
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I know. The patience involved alone…
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Really good show Esme! What visions these be – so dynamically immersed in truths that reek of time… or some-such 😉
thanks “cloudie”
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Smoothly told sir. – laughs
‘Cloudie’!! Cloudie is it?!! Pfft. –sends him to sit in the cupboard and think about what he has done here today.
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Love these!! Very interesting; they would be amazing to see in ‘the flesh’ as you say. Very thought provoking and strange, I like strange, and what we carry underneath fascinates me, these ‘creations’ that will outlive us, weird stuff…. glad you shared them….
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You’re welcome, they’re pretty fantabulous aren’t they? I love art that gets one thinking on a cosmic scale.
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I do too, it gets you out of small thinking and I like to get away from that as much as possible…love people who connect with that and express it, be it art, words, more please….
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Loved this, Esme, and so glad you shared it. I found the pieces very interesting. They conveyed to me the sensation of nothing being quite what it is at face value, and how it is so rare to have a pure feeling, a pure insight, a pure awareness that is not merely riding on the surface of so many fleeting perceptions and concentric perspectives. Also I felt that even though the style was quite unique the suggestions I felt from the various pieces covered a broad range of conscious events. I felt like the praying girl was this icon of false hope, the skeleton almost laughing, shielding her eyes. The person with his/her eyes covered by the benzene ring of persons with hidden eyes, suggests there is so much more, but what does it know that the first does not? The multiplicity of instances that inhabit the present… Enchanting, really.
Michael
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Yes it all gets one pondering on an ever expanding path, and I agree, especially re the praying the girl. “The multiplicity of instances that inhabit the present…” – perfectly put Michael. I’m glad you enjoyed them all, and always enjoy your comments as they’re always rather beautiful. Thank you for the time and the words – beams a smile his way.
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