Lucy Takamori Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

Africa, Middle East, and India

Anyway, I’m stuck in this meeting, and my mind starts wandering. I’m daydreaming about the Takamori Onsen. Like, I could really use a soak right now. But nope, I’m here, listening to Mr. Tanaka drone on about quarterly profits. Yawn.

Vashon Center for the Arts hosts a retrospective of the work of ceramic artist Akio Takamori