Hideout #11, 8.12.2002 (Suika)
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Hideout #12, 8.12.2002 (lichen and virginia creeper)
Hideout #9, 8.12.2002 (green soap)
These were all painted in one late afternoon. One of those perfect moments when I didn't have to do anything. The temperature, light, air, everything was perfect. First came the soap, then Suika, then the lichen--every stroke, every wash just fell in place. By the time I finished it, the night had descended on us like a warm, moist veil. We sat outside in the dark for a long time.
I always liked the nape of Suika's neck. Especially around this time, when she was only four. Her neck was short and wrinkly in the front, but from the back it already looked slender and girl-like, with the depression in the center quite prominent. It looked too fragile to support her firm, round head.
Perfectly happy moments are always shadowed with a hint of foreboding. This is intensified with a birth of a child. I had lost my father the year before, two months before 9 /11. It seemed I had experienced all I needed to appreciate the moment, not to take anything for granted. Now looking back, it was just the beginning. It is increasingly becoming difficult to find the bliss...
11:14:01 PM 
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