Japanese Flag painting project colabo w @misteryanen
This morning @madsaki making for word very honest his history things.
Good morning. Konnichiwer. Wassup man. I’m back here again at the Miyoshi Kaikai Kiki Sudio. It’s Thursday morning little b4 eight. Takashipom asked me to write something about japan for this piece so let me tell you a story of mine. Nothing special. It’s just a story about me growing up in Japan until I left this country in 1980 of August 10th. Ok. My family moved to New Jersey in 1980 when I was just 6 years old. In a fucking long run, it was the world greatest idea that my dad decided to move out from Japan since I was going nowhere living in Osaka. I was that quiet boy in class that never spoke or never existed. I had zero friends. Not a weirdo tho. If I’d died falling off a chair during class, no one would’ve recognize who it was. I wasn’t a bright kid also. It became a ritual staying after school. Life outside the stupid school sucked big time too. I was bullied everyday from the older kids in the neighborhood. One day I came home getting chased by these bullies. They were chasing my fucking ass hard. Then I tripped over on a small rock, face planted on a fresh warm fresh dog shit. Went home crying like a little bitch with dog shit all over my face. I knew I’ve depressed the shit out of my mom that day. I was this total hopeless loser with a mushroom haircut. I was far from being rock n roll.
I never liked being here growing up in japan. I was feeling out of place. I got sick almost every week. So I spent most of my time high up on a tree or on my bicycle. I liked being up on the tree the most. It was always peaceful up there. Looking down upon the world being unnoticed from the rest of the world. I would watch what’s going on below me. Observing everything. I enjoyed being alone.
On August 10th Of 1980, I left Narita with my mom and my younger sister. Grand parents came all the way from Nagoya to just to say good bye. We spent a night and a day together in the hotel by the airport. Going to the airport was a big event back in the days. 👉next page.
ANA Lounge at Tokyo International Airport International Terminal 📷 Photo location
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I wish I could buy this! As a print! In America!
Love this! 💎💥
I like this a lot!
Takashi. I love you!
I would love prints of these🤗
How much for the third one?
Can we have these on a shirt? 😍 Collab with Uniqlo again pls ❤️
I’m colored blind
Hey I am an aspiring UK based painter and would appreciate any feedback on my work , thank you so much!
very cool work
Do you sell prints of this?