"Iron" from WOODKID

I always found it impossible to produce a image of a grand spectrum (such as a war) with a limited source of subject materials... In the case with this video, I can almost see the entire "war zone" stretched beyond the horizon where billions of foot solders clash below the the thick could of fighter planes and giant bombres rendering the entire world to a dark gray mist of confrontation. Of course in this case the music does play a significant role in the atmosphere. But even then, the random selection of "rebellion" forces beautifully portrays the simple and powerful image of the "fight for freedom"....

Growing is Forever

I love this video sooo much, I have to watch it at least once a day....

[CM]Well 専門学校

初めて日本語でブログを書いてみる。

ふとしたきっかけで仕事で過去の映像作品を提出することになったので

ウェブを検索してみたら、なんとあるではないか。

どこのどなたか知りませんが感謝感謝。

なんかふと、今までの人生の走り道を思い出してしまった。

今はこんなの作れないな。色んな意味で。。。。笑

そろそろまた、走り始めますか。。。。

過去を払拭するため、ゴールへたどり着くため。。。。。

記憶の叫び feat.染谷西郷(FUNKIST)

A blast from the past...

One of my videos I made for a band named Duty Free Shopp.

As I watch it now, I learned there were many things I could do with it.

but I was so blinded by my self centered ego.

Its one of the few videos Im proud of.

Hope you enjoy it...

The Vision

The blind monk sits still, upon the hill.
calm and quiet, in the tranquility will.

he listens to the shallow waves of gray at his hind.
and thanks the one who gave him blind.

he chants the voice of the higher nil.
and devotes his body to the time mill.

he feels the breath of the devil beside him.
but has no fear, for the voices guide him.

vines tangle between his fingers.
his cloak is nothing but strips of fibers.
and the gentle stream, now giant rivers.

"it is time" he says.
the blind monk mummers.
"time for the great vision"
his body shakes and his soul quivers.

his tremor ends with a crack in the sky.
shadows are bright, and the storm brings the tide.
all is hallow, and all is full.
senses dim.
the monk sits still in the center of all that surrounds him.

all is none. none is all.
the higher one has spoken.
and the flames call.

The blind monk can now see the wind.
which cascades the mountains, and in to the hymn.

the blind monk can now taste the sky.
he breaths the light and exhales the color of black and white.

the blind monk feels the shift of the ground.
his heart beats with the shake of high mound.


he now sees a light, and chants to the one.
shining down, from the black void, brighter then the sun.

the blind monk sees the vision that bleeds.
the blind monk sees all that could be.
the blind monk sees all that is none.
the blind monk sits and dreams like a poet
and all what he dreams, he sits within upon.