KAORI'S SPOON

Spoon
Welcome to my spoon! Sometimes, I like to ramble on about nothing and the ordinary life without a purpose other than to let out a part of myself that has nowhere else to be let out. Other times, I can be an analytical, paranoid 20 year old getting lost in my own words and concluding with further confusion and frustration. But this is what I enjoy doing; organizing my thoughts through verbal and visual languages in order to allow my subconscious to transcend into my physical understanding. I must admit that I post my thoughts online also because typing looks a hundred times prettier than my own handwriting! I’m a lazy one..


The Writer
I am a full Japanese, with a very traditional Japanese family background. My father decided to move to the Philippines for business when I was about 6, and so I may be more culturally Filipino but with some Japanese cultural perspective as well…. This is one of those bizarre third culture things where “Where are you from?” can be answered in 12 different ways with 5 other reasons.
Philippines is a small archipelago in Southeast Asia where all quality drugs are highly trafficked, while one of the world’s best bananas and mangoes are found. The weather is chaotic all year around, with constant returns of humid typhoons and sporadically pouring afternoons, after a day or week of beautiful, sunny weather. As I was raised, I understood both living standards of Japan and the Philippines which only revealed how ridiculously unfair the world economy is. I currently study at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, focusing on Painting, Fibers, Printmaking and hopefully graduating with a degree in 2011, for BFA with emphasis on Art Therapy. I fall in love Chicago more and more every morning. Living and studying here is one of the biggest dreams, my first dream, that has come true in my life. Chicago is filled with energy of freedom and creativity, where art is alive in all directions, and rich architecture and details are carved in every corner of the street. The filthiest alleys of downtown can inspire me, because of the unbelievable fact that only 200 years ago, this city was on flames to ashes. Chicago through appalling history of crimes and age of cholera, is now aiming high to hold the Olympics in 2016. The city itself defines the power of dream; Windy City which was originally named for its unpredictably corrupted politics, is now forgotten and is known for its terrifying winter weather. Only dreams can alter such reality
Overall, I am just an average 20 year old; with a little bit of a twisted, spiritual mind and passion for color. I call myself a dreamer – I dream to survive this universe by seeking for the permanent, rather than temporary. I search for intangible gracefulness, rather than entities that are understood without scrutinizing. I enjoy sharing my time with microscopic details, and as well as simplicity.
I believe in the force of energy and love that keep our dimension in this universe to keep evolving, and developing renewed attractions for every soul everyday, every moment. We are always oblivious of the present, but this is the way things are meant to be. And this is the way things should be, in order for us to be able to find challenges and mystery in our lives, our curiosity and dreams. I seek for deep interconnections that reveal more of my reality’s purpose and path. That seems to be the only rational way to survive in a society, as individual – acceptance, spontaneity and love.