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is a virtual gallery of collages by me, Natsuki
Kimura, of Urayasu, Chiba, Japan. Though this is a small site (well --
the thing has grown over the years), I hope
you enjoy what you find here. (To COLLAGE
Ever since my solo show in 2010 I have been showing my work in galleries around Tokyo.
Click here to see works from water, my solo show of 2010.
I have a blog on Open Salon. You can read my short stories there.
I have a Flickr page. You'll find here many photos I haven't uploaded to SWEETWATER.
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Gekko (Moonlight) (1991)
Kakumei (Revolution) (1991)
Kuni (The State) (1991)
Perfect World (1991)
Tsumi (Sin) (1991)
Do You Know Her? (1992)
Are You Synchronized? (1996)
Man Series (1997)
Devil's Whirlpool (1997)
This Woman (1997)
Love in a Vacuum (1998)
Zai-akkan (Guilt) (1998)
Good Things (1998)
Tai-yoh Ko-sen (Sunbeam) (1998)
Mada I-ga Kishimu-no?
(Does Your Stomach
Still Hurt?) (1998)
(Why Did You Come Back?) (1998)
When I Saw Her (1999)
They Sought Heaven (1999)
Fall Here (1999)
These Things (1999)
Sekai (My World) (2000)
A Short, Spectacular Life (2000)
Two Girls (2000)
Heaven Was a
Roku no Rei (Six Ghosts) (2001)
Gay Businessmen (2001)
Washed Up (2001)
Slow Poison (2001)
Hope Found Here (2001)
Hope Lives Here (2001)
Hope Prevailed Here (2001)
New Year (2002)
Two Guys (2002)
Even the Devil (2002)
Even God (2002)
What They (2002)
First Ghost (2002)
Rainy Days (2002)
Something Evil (2003)
Two Lesbians (2003)
New Year 2003 (2003)
New Year 2003 (2003)
But That Was the Summer (2003)
Three Weeks (2003)
Everyone Knew (2003)
That Day I (2003)
In That Room (2003)
Three Lungs (2003)
I Last (2004)
Totally New (2004)
But a Child (2004)
A Secret (2004)
The Weeds (2004)
The Kind of Blue Light That
Makes the World Seem Good (2004)
And You Died Here (2004)
Up There (2004)
Summer, 2004 (2004)
I Heard Voices (2004)
When I Told Them That I Felt
Something Cold Caress My Cheek (2004)
Believe. Pray. Everyday. (2004)
Heaven Was Never Far (2004)
I Started It Here (2004)
I See You (2005)
Read More Bad Books (2005)
I Felt Dizzy (2005)
I Felt Warmth (2005)
That Spring (2005)
This Spring (2005)
What You (2005)
She Was Born Here (2005)
That Summer (2005)
As Summer (2005)
Kissing the Floor (2005)
When I Learned Those Things
I Felt Wonderment (2005)
Those Fields (2006)
A Short Visit (2006)
You Never Escape (2006)
My Screams (2007)
In 2006 She (2007)
this is how it began (2007)
a long line (2007)
she told me (2007)
he told me (2007)
light box (2007)
her walk (2008)
who would've thought (2008)
lucky star (2008)
see how we are (2008)
who? when? where? why? how? (2008)
morning after (2008)
girls' talk (2009)
trotsky in tokyo (2010)
water, solo show at
Gallery Satoru, Tokyo, 2010
sun (2013) NEW!
moon (2013) NEW!
sun and moon (2013) NEW!
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March 23, 2013: I've been writing short stories and posting them on Open Salon. (You can read them here.) I've found that I like writing fiction; I like creating little situations that resolve themselves in less than a thousand words. Things have calmed down, but Open Salon had a lot of problems and many of the regulars moved to Our Salon, where I also have a page.
February 14, 2010: I guess it had to happen sooner or later, but I'm starting to crave Leicas and Hasselblads. This is what happens after spending a few years on Flickr and seeing just how great the photos taken by those Europeans machines are. I've been using a digital Olympus SLR for years, but I doubt I'll be satisfied with buying another Olympus SLR when the one I'm using now finally keels over. I'm sure the Japanese camera moguls are aware that many digital photographers have started to want the kind of picture quality attained only by high-end cameras and will introduce products that cater to this section of the market. I hear Pentax is supposed to be coming out with a digital version of one of their classic medium-format cameras, which could be an interesting development.
July 23, 2007: Hideaki Anno and his people are making another set of Evangelion movies. I can't wait for the first film to open in September. Though I love anime, Anno and Oshii are about the only directors out there who can put together a memorable movie. (Otomo, for instance, has never made a movie worth watching to the end and Miyazaki's films always put me to sleep.)
July 22, 2007: I went to see Adrian Belew at Blue Note Tokyo. He's the guy with huge array of footpedals who made those crazy/bizzare/fantastic guitar sounds on classic Talking Heads and King Crimson records. He looked a lot older and balder than I last saw him signing records at Record City on Oakton Street in Skokie, Illinois back in the 1980s. But he's still one of the greats and sounded very good. I hope he comes back to Tokyo next year.
May 6, 2007: I've started a Flickr page. Check it out; there you'll find many photos I haven't uploaded to Sweetwater. Flickr is a fave on the web right now b/c it has allowed me to come into contact with amazingly talented people and their work.
January 26, 2006: Ah, how quickly time passes . . . the year 2006 is the 10th year that SWEETWATER has been on the WWW. I'd like to thank everyone who has supported this web site over the years. I never thought this site would have lasted this long, and I never dreamed SWEETWATER would be seen by this many people from so many countries across the globe.
November 19, 2005: Another piece of news that's making me feel old: Ted Koppel is leaving ABC Television's Nightline soon. I watched Ted on the program during the Iranian hostage crisis -- this was way back during the Carter Administration. I continued tuning in to Nightline to watch Ted interview whoever was in the spotlight -- my fave is the time Ted had Donny Osmond and Frank Zappa on his show at the same time back when the PMRC was making its pitch to put warning labels on record sleeves.
August 17, 2005: Just recently Peter Jennings, the news anchor for the American ABC television network, died of lung cancer. While it's always a shock when somebody dies, Peter's death hit close to home because I remember watching him back in the 70's. I was a schoolboy back then, and for me Peter was one of those larger-than-life figures who was always there, and it is saddening to think that as I (or should I say we?) get older, even those who seemed immortal will eventually pass away.
June 25, 2005: Van. Van, as in Van Morrison. These days I've been listening to the big, fat guy from Belfast on my iPod. My, he sure has a lion of a voice. I always thought Bono was great singer, but listen to something like "Madame George" right after, say, the live version of "A Sort of Homecoming" and the dude from Dublin suddenly seems tiny. I hear President Bush has "Brown Eyed Girl" on his iPod. I am not a fan of the guy from Texas; but, if I ever have the chance to meet him, me and the big W will have something to rave about.
June 12, 2005: I was very surprised to learn that one of the "old blue songs f/ the 20's" mentioned below -- Blind Willie Johnson's "Dark Was the Night" -- was placed aboard the two Voyager spacecraft that are now speeding away from the Solar System. "Dark Was the Night" is one beautiful song, and the person at NASA who picked it (along with works by Bach, Mozart, Beethoven and Chuck Berry) had very good taste in music. While it is quite unlikely that a lifeform will ever find the spacecraft, I love the idea that there is a possibility that the scratchy recording by the old master may even outlast life on this planet.
May 22, 2005: Ah, the iPod. Everyone has one, even here in Sonyland. They're affordable, compact, very hip, reliable, and sound very, very good. I bought one too, the cheaper version of the Shuffle. After a couple of months of allowing the thing to provide the soundtrack to my life, I'm starting to find that certain sounds work better than others on the Shuffle. Furinstance, I was surprised to find that old blues songs f/ the 20's offer much punch, even when I am listening to them in the roar of the Sonyland subways. And certain instruments -- unexpected ones, like Arto Lindsay's untuned 12-string guitar, the normally overbearing bass drum on Metallica songs, and the cowbell on "Don't Fear the Reaper" (I didn't even know the song had a cowbell until I started listening to the thing ten times a day) -- seem to gain life on the Pod. As does Big Country. It's 2005 and I am listening to "Wonderland" repeatedly.
May 18, 2005: I can't believe it: it's been twenty-five years since the big eruption of Mt. St. Helens. I lived in Seattle then, which was far enough from the volcano so that nobody there was able to see/hear/feel the eruption (I remember the day as being either cloudy or rainy, which is like the default weather setting for Seattle). I first heard of it from a news bulletin on TV (I think I was watching one of those crummy kid's shows they had on Sunday mornings). Eventually we would learn that something big & terrible had occured some hours' drive south; in the end half of the mountain would be gone, entire forests flattened, the sky darkened with volcanic ash, and admist it all, more than fifty people would perish. At Dearborn Park Elementary School the next morning the air was abuzz with talk about mudslides, volcanic ash, Spirit Lake, the fate of one Harry Truman, deaths, escape stories of aunts & uncles who got out just in time -- and of course, there was a lot of talk about Camp Cispus, the camp near the angry mountain that was the scheduled destination for us sixth-graders going on our end-of-grade school trip. (We ended up going to a different camp a couple of hours' drive north of Seattle.)
But what gets me is the length of time since the eruption -- I mean, it was a quarter of a century ago. I left Seattle for Japan not long afterwards and haven't returned since. I have no idea what Seattle and Dearborn Park Elementary School and Beacon Hill and Magnolia and Discovery Park and all the other places I knew are like now, and I have little knowledge of what became of the kids I grew up with (and of the adults who looked over us). Though I am no longer the little sixth-grader surprised by the thin film of volcanic ash that had accumulated on the hood of my father's wine-red Delta 88, I am connected to the past by something that is both invisible and resiliant.
May 17, 2005: Yes, it's old news now, but it was one of those things. Hunter S. Thompson, one of my favorite writers, died. And that SOB, he died by blowing his own head off. I do not like it when people blow their heads off, for whatever reason. Sure, his work in the past few decades tended to be forgettable (save a few winners like the one about the hot Ducati and the "Sausage Creature"), but so what? In a world growing scarier and duller, there is a need for guys who with their very presence represented concepts like craziness, wildness and above all, freedom -- and after wading through the huge volume of eulogies that have been written, I'm getting the sickening feeling that he was the last of a special breed. While I do not forgive folks who shoot guns at themselves (you reading this somewhere, Kurt?), I am going to miss the fucker.
One last note: Hemingway, Brautigan, and now Thompson. This has got to stop.
January 4, 2005: I spent the end of the year/start or the near year hopping around Osaka and Kyoto. I was born in the region, and it's always a joy going back. This time I went drinking in a crowded bar/eatery in Kyobashi (no seats) and visited the bustling Korean market of Tsuruhashi as well as the amazing stone garden of Ryo-anji.
December 5, 2004: I hurt my back a few days back. It ain't fun; tasks like standing up, sneezing, and picking up socks became torture. If you hurt your back, about all you can do is to take a few days and lie in bed and not move at all. One guy who hurt his back and couldn't do this was one Bob Geldof, who hurt his back right before Live Aid. Look at photos from that great day in 1985 and you'll see him standing at odd angles wearing a muffled expression of pain.
October 9, 2004: I bought a new laptop, and the thing came with a word processor program. It isn't a great word processor, but I've been using it to write down some of the little stories I come up with before making my collages. Here are some of the stories:
May 15, 2004: I went to see Lost in Translation and loved it. Bill Murray is great as a has-been movie star, and the Tokyo portrayed in it is one I (an average Japanese guy living and working in greater Tokyo) can relate to, which is very rare in a Hollywood movie. But the weird thing about making a movie about Tokyo is that even a good one like Lost in Translation is going to look really dated in just five years.
December 24, 2003: I looked up at the calender and realized it's Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas, everyone. 2003 was a good year for me b/c it was a good year for my collages. I hope 2004 will be just as good and I sure hope I'll hear less about people blowing each other (and/or themselves) up.
March 21, 2003: Another one. How many lives are going to be lost this time? I really could care less which side wins (the guys on top on both sides are idiots -- including you, Tony). Let's get the damn thing over with, put out the fires, and start anew.
March 15, 2003: I went to see the Rolling Stones at the Tokyo Dome. I've never been much of a Stones fan, but Keith Richards was amazing. When the guy stepped up to the microphone to sing "Slipping Away," I think many of us were able to forget that we were inside a huge ragtop stadium with terrible accoustics.
January 1, 2003: Wow, 2003 already. I've got a buch ideas for collages spinning around in my head and I can't wait to turn them into zeros and ones.
December 15, 2002: I've been listening to a CD by somebody by the name of Ulrich Schnauss. Whoever this guy may be, his music is warm, inviting, and very, very human. I hope he keeps making great CDs like Far Away Trains Passing By, which is easily the best CD I've bought this year.
September 22, 2002: Finally bought a cell phone. Thought I needed one. Nope. Thought a bright new world would open up. Nope. Maybe I'll send the thing back and rejoin the .001 percent of the population who doesn't own one of these little boxes.
May 12, 2002: I've been listening to a lot of the Smashing Pumpkins lately. I'd never taken the time to sit down and listen to their music until after they'd broken up (Damn!). They can play, their songs are great and that James Iha guy is a cool, cool guitar player.
January 1, 2002: My, a new year already. I hope 2002 will be a great -- and peaceful -- year for everyone.
October 1, 2001: Not many people will understand what I am talking about, but I missed a rare chance to see Suicide (Alan Vega & Martin Rev) when I was in London during the last week of September. Seems their rehearsal studio was in rubbles after the attacks on NY and weren't able to make it to London. Their first album (released in 1977) is one of the few records that matter. I hope they get their studio fixed up soon and start playing again.
July 27, 2001: I bought the soundtrack CD of the X-Files movie for a bargain and was surpised to find a couple of really good songs on it. I especially liked the Foo Fighters' "Walking After You," a nice song about the urge some of us males have to possess our mates. I think the song is right up there with other mildly sick songs like "Eye in the Sky" and "Every Breath You Take."
May 6, 2001: I just bought a DVD of Buffalo '66. I like movies about losers, and I think this one is a great example of the genre. Besides, how many other movies feature Mickey Rouke, Rosanna Arquette, and the guy from Airwolf? The music (Yes and King Crimson!) is pretty cool too.
November 26, 2000: I've been listening to Nico's Chelsea Girl continuously. I especially like "I'll Keep It with Mine" -- it's one of those songs that sounds spontaenous even after repeated listenings.
March 10, 2000: I just came back from a two-week trip that took me across the UK and Ireland. It was my first trip to Europe, and I was wide-eyed and open-mouthed the whole time. I especially liked Ireland, and the trip has inspired me to do more reading on the Emerald Isle. London was cool too, and I ended my trip by going to see The Mousetrap, the play by Agathie Christie that's been playing there since the 1950s.
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