The sun rises and it calls and it pleads I hear its pleas To surrender our bodies to its glare, its heat To the heat of the summer beat The lazy pulse that summer keeps The stillne... READ...
they said that this would be the peak of my life they said that I would be in my prime who said? well, no-one said but it was implied, it was most definitely implied. And so we are... READ...
Kaori is an artist, writer and poet floating someplace between Osaka and London. There have been rumours of sightings, reported encounters and alleged incidents, although from no ... READ...
Belgian Photographer Rob Walbers’ new series of the tattooed people of Osaka. From June 4th until June 30th at the Flanders Center in Osaka. ARTIST TALK: Saturday 5th of June... READ...
It was May. According to the Daily Yomiuri foot-and-mouth disease had befallen the cows and pigs of Miyazaki prefecture, and there was a vet shortage. This brought me back to my st... READ...
He begins in mid-sentence, as if the brush and colours were a furtherance of something begun long before and left alone to find itself again. The brush a whisper against canvas, t... READ...
Read part 1 Colours tumble through his mind, suspended stones, each turning in the light, until he has selected the one to begin with. The first strokes attach themselves like butt... READ...
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HeadSpace’s second artist in residency, Josephine Dimbleby, tells us about here trip up to Tokyo to see Design Festa I don’t think I had any concept of the scale of the... READ...
A steady stream of schoolgirls stirs the candle-smoke as they drift by, drawn in a line through the wide wooden doorway of the Todaiji Temple. The barking of their guides (stolid o... READ...
The first one finds him on the twenty-fifth of March, working on a shallow shelf in Juco Minami, the staff member calling back through the open door. He looks up, swivels in his ch... READ...
A male deer, his antlers shorn and capped with rounded nubs, nuzzles a spray of fallen branches, as if trying to reattach them. A rope-curtain’s braids swing unaided. Sun-sha... READ...
Green lakebed balanced on a fish’s back. Tall pines nodding heads together, silenced by laughter. Willow bough weeps green leaves onto turtle shell. Splayed giant’s fin... READ...
One day I was hanging around the train station and a man came up to me. He barked something I couldn’t make out. I handed the mysterious sound bite to my brain. Engines whirred. ... READ...
The turtles are back, ascended from whatever green depths have kept them, hidden, throughout the winter. Last week there were three or four. Today i counted forty on one log alone... READ...
It’s time for MR.Q Beer Pong vol 3 Don’t miss this chance to drink like a hobbo and leave with 10,000 yen in your pocket. What is beer pong? Ten paper cups, filled with... READ...
Calvin is an on-again/off-again scribbler who currently resides in Istanbul. Stories (and sometimes poems, essays and characters, too) tend to take him unawares, appearing from ou... READ...
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Enter Josephine Dimbleby, the newest HeadSpace artist in residence. Since her arrival in Japan she has been hoarding superfluous packaging, and in just one week collected enough to... READ...
