Ramu Tokashiki
Ramu Tokashiki is the first female Japanese player to dunk on a professional level. She has played in the WNBA and represented her country in Olympic and championship tournaments. She has arguably been a driving force to Japan's female basketball team reaching Olympic championship level. Here is a short film about her story and haircut.
The Art We Make Podcast
I was a recent guest on The Art We Make Podcast. The discussion involved my journey to Japan and my first film “Sin Padre.” It was mucho fun talking with the host Koumade.
At the Speed of Japan
Timelapses of Japan. Locations include Tokyo, Chiba, Kawasaki, Yamanashi, Osaka, Hakodate, Nara, Nagasaki, Hokkaido, and Saitama.
The Gift is the Curse
When does a gift become a curse, when does saving someone become kidnapping their destiny? When does protection become detention, when do positive vibes become a numb happy?
Death is Real
Death is real in the sense of living without living. That death is realer to me than actual death. It chases me when I do not live up to my fullest potential. It waits for me to make decisions based on my fear. And that choice takes me closer to death.
I Left Her for Brooklyn 3
You could have been a father. You didn’t even have to play your cards right. You just needed to play your fucking hand. She had all her bets on us. Instead you had a fucked up definition of success and took your chip to another table. Not even a stack. That’s right nigga. She left New York for you and you left her for Japan. So what? You didn’t have your shit together? Neither did she. It didn’t matter. You loved each other.
Chéri Owada
Perhaps it's the change of season and how short lived the cherry side of the blossoms bloom that make this time of year something special/magical. It is like life in itself. Nothing last forever and everything is short lived as far as time is concerned. But there is a beauty in the tragedy or mortality that make it that much more beautiful. The ancient Greeks would have declared this the reason why the God’s envy us. Welcome to Sakura Saitama more precisely Chéri Owada.
Poetry Runs
These letters were inscribed over a decade ago. The idea was to take the poetry from Jean-Dany and write them out on a pair of Reeboks.
I Left Her for Brooklyn 2
Her right hand reaches out and takes a hold of my left. I am starting to feel like I am earning her trust back. I am starting to feel like I can trust myself.
I Left Her for Brooklyn 1
The place is nearly empty. But my thoughts are full. I got 13 hours. JFK is a dead zone. No WiFi. My iPhone is a dead zone. No cellular data. It will be 13 hours of New York, and the only thing on my mind is all that she doesn’t know.
El Espacio de San Francisco, Not USA
El alma es eterna y el mundo es un sueño. Plantas, ríos, fútbol y cielos celestiales. Narración de Louis Sicali.
I Hear the Church Bell Ring
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How you paint me in your dreams
How I felt you in my sleep
How you knew I was coming before I came
And now I am coming
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I Know Why the Burning Bird Screams
Clawing from the flames of destruction to the light of potential.