Sunday, March 29, 2026

Day 4965: Shinsuke Inoue’s Wood Sculptures & Ottoman-era Hama.

  

"War": junk collage, cursive, acrylics.


                                                                       
  

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Shinsuke Inoue’s Wood Sculptures



Around a decade ago, Shinsuke Inoue sourced a piece of Japanese wood and carved a depiction of his child, “wanting to preserve their likeness in three dimensions,” the artist tells Colossal. The affectionate expression of a loved one in sculptural form spurred a new passion for woodcarving, specifically with an emphasis on the human figure.


Inoue’s pieces possess a kind of elemental groundedness or gravity that makes their restrained, sometimes hard-to-read expressions remarkably alluring. The figures often look straight ahead, and at the right angle, they make powerful eye contact with the viewer. And not unlike the way a small, meaningful smile or tiny frown can emerge from the most minute twitch of facial muscles, the striking characters are physically diminutive, but their inner emotional worlds are infinite.


Inoue works intuitively, allowing the material’s natural qualities to guide his hand. “I have virtually no idea what the finished piece will look like until I actually begin working with the wood,” he says. “As a result, the form often emerges as I carve, and I frequently change my plans midway through the process. Naturally, I keep the many failures a secret.” He always carves using hand tools and rarely titles the pieces.



The artist also references people he’s close to, along with strangers he passes on the street or sees photographs of, but his sculptures aren’t realistic depictions of specific individuals. Instead, Inoue concentrates on capturing a kind of universal expression of “the very essence of human existence… I hope that the inherent appeal of the wood, combined with its form and color, resonates to convey the essence of humanity itself.”



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They appear delicate, yet they moved water like industrial machines. In Ottoman-era Hama, Syria, particularly between the 16th and 19th centuries CE, enormous wooden norias rotated in the Orontes River. Some wheels exceeded 20 meters in diameter, with rows of buckets fixed along their rims.
As the current turned the wheels, buckets filled at the bottom and emptied into elevated aqueducts. This continuous motion lifted water to canals feeding gardens and fields. Contemporary estimates suggest flows reaching dozens of cubic metres per hour depending on river conditions.
The structures were built almost entirely from timber, without engines or metal drive systems. Their size and output contrast with their materials. The precise efficiency varied, yet the persistence of these giant wooden hydromechanical machines indicates a long-lived irrigation solution scaled without industrial technology.

 



  
 
A 5+ minute video, Mu,  here.


 
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Olive-crowned Crescentchests


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Saturday, March 28, 2026

Day 4964: A Teddy Bear & David Letterman Scholarship.




"Homestead": junk collage, digital.



                                                                  
  

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Another Storytime 

A few years ago, I did a blog about a wonderful artist, Jurga Sculpteur.  Good friend, and amazing artist, Norma said: "Love the blog today and sculptures, especially the little girl, holding the teddy. I still have my teddy I got when I was 3 years old.  He is stuffed with straw and my mom sewed him up many times!”


I replied: "I love your memories of your teddy and especially that your Mom did repairs so often. He was well-loved! I don't remember ever having a teddy bear, but I think I had a stuffed black Scotty dog? Seems to me he had a plaid blanket? "


But I do still have the teddy bear I bought for Aunt Vonda to hug when she was in a nursing home. I actually bought two, one for Aunt Martha first, and she did hug it a lot. Aunt Martha's bear was misplaced, but when Aunt Vonda passed they gave me the bear. He is not straw-stuffed, so is probably a huge dust magnet, but I can't "bear" to toss him. I just took a picture of him, he stays in my bedroom. I do hug him sometimes when I need a hug.








David Letterman, who graduated from Ball State University in 1970 and often joked that he was just a “C student,” created an unusual scholarship at his alma mater in 1985.
Instead of rewarding the highest GPA, the Letterman Telecommunications Scholarship is awarded to students in the university’s media and telecommunications program based mainly on creative talent.
Applicants submit original projects—such as videos, scripts, or other media—and the most inventive entries win awards of $10,000, $5,000, and $3,333.
Letterman designed the scholarship to support students who might not be straight-A academic performers but show strong imagination and potential in broadcasting and storytelling, reflecting his belief that success in media often comes from creativity rather than perfect grades.

 



  
 
A 5+ minute video,  Caterpillars in Pairs, here.

 

 
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Spotted Pardalote


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Friday, March 27, 2026

Day 4963: My logo story & Kiwi chicks.


"Me": junk collage.(j.long)


  
                                                                       
  

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This is the part of my daily blog that usually gets completed last. I never know ahead what it will be. Sometimes I find artwork by other artists that I love and want to share. Sometimes it is whatever is going on that day, or recently. Today I was at a loss, but happened to look at an old business card, I only have a few left and see no need to order more.
But, I remembered that there is a story to the logo the I used for many years. Many decades ago I took a collage class one evening in Santa Ana. I sat next to friend and terrific artist, JaniceLowry which made the class even more fun. Out instructor was Randi Feuerhel-Watts. She gave us a magazine and we were to collage using it. Mine turned out as above. I told Janice that it was me as I would look at 75? We both laughed. I am now 84 with more lines, but less make-up. The former mayor of Santa Ana bought this piece, but I retained the rights to use it as a logo.






A kiwi chick enters the world with survival reserve.

Inside its body is an unusually large yolk sac, a nutrient store that can sustain the chick for several days after hatching. Kiwi eggs are among the largest in proportion to body size of any bird, averaging about 15–20% of the female’s weight, with some descriptions noting roughly one-fifth of her body mass.
That enormous reserve allows the chick to develop far more fully before hatching than many other birds. When a kiwi chick emerges, it is already feathered and strong enough to begin life with a surprising degree of independence. It is not usually fed by the adults at first, because the yolk reserve continues nourishing it as it gains strength.
For about a week, and sometimes up to ten days, the chick may not need to eat at all. As the yolk is absorbed, the young kiwi begins probing and foraging on its own, starting a life that is remarkably self-reliant from the beginning. A kiwi sends them into the dark with everything they need for their first steps.

 



  
 
A 4+ minute video,  Late mosquito, here.


 
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Grey Fantail


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