Anubis with gluten
Anubis at Coney Island
To travel is very useful
Autumn is coming
“Even the ones who laugh are sometimes caught without an answer: these creatures who introduce themselves but we swear we have met them somewhere before. Yes, look in the mirror. What do you see? Is it a dream, or a nightmare? Are we being introduced against our will? Are they mirrors? I can see the smoke. I can smell the fire. The battle is drawing nigh.”
Log Lady, Twin Peaks
Long road home
Anubis in Hakone
With Water I Cleanse Myself
After The Tornado
Winter In Japan
Anubis On A Weird Bike
Anubis On The Red Couch
One Phone Call
Anubis, The Mushroom Picker
It’s getting colder in dojo
This first fallen snow
is barely enough to bend
the jonquil leaves
Anubis and owl
Anubis in Wolski Wood
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt and Company, LLC.
Source: Collected Poems, Prose, & Plays (Library of America, 1995)
Anubis with a dog
“Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea’s movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean’s spray.”
From “A Dog Has Died”, poem by Pablo Neruda
Anubis with Sparrows
Anubis and L.A. Woman
“I see your hair is burnin’
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin’ down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman…
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone”
from “L.A.Woman”, a song by The Doors
Anubis and Hay Devil
Anubis and rain
Anubis with Manta Rays
The Ankh symbol also known as key of life, the key of the Nile or crux ansata (Latin meaning “cross with a handle”), was the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic character that read “eternal life”. Egyptian gods are often portrayed carrying it by its loop, or bearing one in each hand, arms crossed over their chest. The symbolic representation of both Physical and Eternal life. It is known as the original cross, which is a powerful symbol that was first created by Africans in Ancient Egypt. The Ankh is typically associated with material things such as water (which was believed by Egyptians to regenerate life), air, sun, as well as with the Gods, who are frequently pictured carrying an Ankh. Egyptian gods carried the ankh by the loop, or held one in each hand crossed over their breast. Latinists interpreted the symbol as a crux ansata, “cross with a handle”.
The ankh appears frequently in Egyptian tomb paintings and other art; it often appears at the fingertips of a god or goddess in images that represent the deities of the afterlife conferring the gift of life on the dead person’s mummy. The ankh symbol was often carried by Egyptians as an amulet, either alone, or in connection with two other hieroglyphs that mean “strength” and “health.” Mirrors were often made in the shape of an ankh. Sometimes, in art, the Ankh was shown being touched by a god onto a person, which usually symbolized conception.
Anubis in Cairo Museum
Anubis with David Bowie
Anubis waiting at the swimming pool
Reflection in a fish pond
The level crossing
Anubis and Black Sea
Anubis and Black Rock
Anubis in Spoon River
Anubis traveling – on paper
Again, my hero Anubis. This time painted on paper (my fav, canvas texture). This painting is a kind of an hommage to “Spirited Away”, one of my favorites anime by great Hayao Miyazaki.
This artwork is a part of a series of illustrations on paper with Anubis – leitmotive: travel.
Maddux Air Lines, established in the late 1920 operated in California, Arizona and Mexico. Charles Lindbergh and Amelia Earhart were among the famous aviators who were involved with Maddux.
And here is Anubis with a Lady, who plans to spend her winter holidays at Agua Caliente Casino, sipping coctails in the sun.
Anubis with a circus girl
Anubis and Burlesque Queen
Anubis and Mysterious House
Anubis in Spring Wood
Breakfast at the Avon River
Anubis at the motor shop
Anubis with red baloons
Anubis with Happy Meal
FMCG culture raises Anubis sadness. He feels like it deprives us of dignity. It takes away a joy of variety. And replaces many other joys of life with one minute of “bliss point” experience. Don’t be a looser, make yourself a sandwich. A real one. You will be five minutes late? So what?
“Along with burgers and fries, McDonald’s is going to be serving up children’s literacy. The fast food franchise is set to start offering books as the prize in children’s Happy Meals instead of cheap toys — in the U.K., at least”, says Time.
I wonder, what kind of books will those be? Sweet and easy to swallow or with a grain of salt.
Well, this is UK, experimenting. The rest of Europe and USA still buy red boxes for a cheap toy that could be produced in one of the factories like those, from “Santa’s Workshop” documentary.
Anubis with a girl
Anubis and kids from the block
Anubis on a date
Anubis The Ferryman
Blue Bay House
Anubis at the coffee place
Anubis at the cinema
Anubis and Smoker
So where does Anubis live? Does he favor any particular place, to come back to? Does he have any place where he rests, sleeps or party? Nobody knows the truth, but I can bet His house is NOT in the village, as Frost wrote. It’d rather be woods.
When my Father died, in 2001, I was wondering of how to survive the unbearable pain of losing him. Where is he now? I was asking myself this question and the answer was right in front of my eyes – it was a piece of woven fabric, hanging on the kitchen wall. It had a hunting motive – a dear, plus some dear ladies, surrounded by woods and mountains, with the wooden house on the rock, above the lake. And then I understood. My Father was there, sitting at the chimney, cooking soup, reading books, enjoying himself, as always in nature. It felt better to know.
So here is this picture. A dear on canvas – how contemporary! Dear looks at us, chewing. In a perspective, on the hill: a house of Anubis. There he is, raising a toast with a glass of an excellent red wine, to my Father and the others. Cheers to you, all!