Yayoi Kusama – A World of Infinite Dots

Dot. More dots. So many dots that they look like stars. Too many dots – infinite. The nature of the infinite, the fear – it haunts me. —- As a child, my mother would take my art supplies away. I would hurry to finish before she caught me, but her abusive fists would catch me before I could escape. The infinite amount of creativity teeming … Continue reading Yayoi Kusama – A World of Infinite Dots

Kazuki Takizawa – The 5 Stages of Glass Blowing

Thump. My footsteps are heavy as I walk into my studio. The bipolar disorder, its stigma, even heavier, now make all my equipment seem like mere pieces of metal. I do not want to acknowledge them for what they are. — Clank. I set the blowpipe on the yolk. The furnace is raging,  roaring like the anger inside of me. The tip should be preheating,  … Continue reading Kazuki Takizawa – The 5 Stages of Glass Blowing