When excavating old stuff in the storage of my former house, my son just found a piece of wood, which was a part of rotten remains of the cradle I made for my son.
On the piece was a memo I scribbled: “completed two weeks before Christmas”; my son’s birthday was December 2７th. of the year I made it. I just recalled the days I was working on the cradle, waiting for the news of delivery from my then wife in the distant prefecture. Now it’s almost completely gone.
There also was a kickscooter that I made. I bolted on a steering post with a handlebar to a normal skateboard I used to play with so that even my little boy could ride on it. After a couple of decades, all the rubber wheels have decayed but the rest is pretty much intact.
I was the maker or them, my kid the user… we both got so sentimental with the unexpected memoirs popping out of the past that we couldn’t keep doing away things for a while…
Virginia Burton’s “The Little House” was one of my favorite picture books. I used to dream of living in a small house way out in the country like the one in the book, and the dream did come true when I grew up.
But, the years went rushing by me and no longer do I live there. Though my house, unlike the one in the book, is not completely surrounded by urban buildings, things around the house and my life have so much changed.
Now that the house is empty and soon going to be vine-clad and buried among weeds, I am sadly thinking of its future.
The artist’s fun-loving disposition shares something with mine, I suppose, though I only know her through this YouTube clip.
When making fake Tibetan prayer wheels at grad school in the ’80s, I’d come up with an idea to install a small record disk with a stylus or a looped strip of magnetic tape with a pickup head, either of which was supposed to be driven by the rotation of the mani cylinder. With the built-in gimmick that could utter the recorded voice of chanting mantra in place of a sacred script, the fake mani wheel would have become the real MacCoy.
For some reason, however, I didn’t acturally realized the idea. But today, after a couple of decades, I have become pretty much inspired by this hilarious piece of art and getting renewed my motivation to do my long-forgotten work.