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Portraits: Paper and Clay

Robert Kato, Emotional Biomes — Then I arrived at the capital, vaguely saturatedwith fog and rain. What streets were those?The garments of 1921 were breedingin an ugly smell of gas, coffee, and bricks.I walked among the students without understanding,pulling the walls inside me, searchingeach day into my poor poetry for the branches,the drops of rain, and the moon, that had been lost.I went deep into it for help, sinkingeach evening into its waters, graspingenergies I could not touch, the seagulls of a deserted sea,until I closed my eyes and was shipwrecked in the middleof my own body. - Pablo Neruda, Friends on the Road (1921)   … [Read more...]

The Loupe_Streetscapes

Robert Kato, Stalking the Streets — You're confusing product with process. Most people, when they criticize, whether they like it or hate it, they're talking about product. That's not art, that's the result of art. Art, to whatever degree we can get a handle on (I'm not sure that we really can) is a process. It begins in the heart and the mind with the eyes and hands. — Jeff Melvoin, Northern Exposure, Fish Story, 1994     … [Read more...]