A lot of white butterflies alighted on my aching chest. It seemed to be the orchid.I read a pamphlet of the reproduction stage of Baku Ishii. (1986)

I read "Journey to the End of the Night" of Celine before. There was interesting expression to be sometimes startled in that. I read only it.

To the library. I watched the continuance of "the nude women in the art" of Shueisha. There was "Persimmon" of Rauschenberg in "myth Venus". As for the picture, yellowish brown (or orange) was poured over the whole Venus. The skill and a s…

I read a commentary of print of the large order of Hokusai. As for it, upper half is a picture. The lower half is the letters drawn adversely. At first, fold it into 2 aside. Then, fold it into 3 lengthwise. I copied it and tried it. Then …

When a family retreats, a government official appears. What is the system?

I watched two semicircle-shaped rainbows in the morning. A nostalgic person came for a visit.

Several birds fought between walls this morning. The sleep of the tortoise. It will be an athletic meet of the elementary school tomorrow. The kind of the bird.

A cloud such as the print of Hokusai opened in the sky.

I bought the stapler which did not need the needle. And a pocket notebook.

Does trees which we planted in spring grow up cheerfully? The silkscreen is expensive.

I shortened the length of the skirt of the junior high school. Deep breathing.I should send the guidance email of the experience class table.

I heard a hymn.The card which I looked for came out. If there is not a mark, I cannot look for it.Two salt mackerels fell in front of me in supermarket.

We began it.

I have visited to the Maruki museum before. I watched works and the technique of Iri and Toshi. I read the evaluation of the American art commentator.And, I still sometimes remember "the talk without asking" of Toshi.

I lose the traditional Japanese playing card. Which box is it in? It will come out soon. The thin ear of the dog turns inside out. "A rabbit and a tortoise" or "A white rabbit of Inaba".

A wrinkled old woman A feather grows There is always

I went for the book which I subscribed for in the library. I am reading the irrelevant book. I remembered that there was yet nothing in the child's. It seems to point the beginning of the text. And I, thin it or deep it. I may have learned…

I read the child's pictures of collection. The author says in the book. "A base is important. Wait till a child becomes a fourth grader. Concreteness is the first." The report card of the child is full of ducks.

I lifted the ban on 1 after an interval of 29 years. I am really tired at a place of the consumption.

I went to the shopping district by car. There was the line of people in front of several shops. The pinball halls. I read a book in a coffee shop. I smoked at a prohibition of smoking corner, and I was warned quietly.

The addition of the handbill. I met the principals. I am tense for the schools. I encountered an energetic book.

I handed a handbill and the guide of the classroom (class table?). I will work with members of npo. I must make a curriculum. And, I want to read the books.

I completed a handbill. I took in the opinion and the sense of the child. It became better!

I went to the library. I watched the collection of pictures of the women image in the religious painting. Eve of Cailliaud (?) is good. I borrowed the books of the picture of the children. Time stopped a little.

I had connected to the Internet. I met a vice-principal.

I exchange greetings with a rector. The black dog and a white dog,too. The cloud is nothing. where?and you?

I see a grey snowy heron in a ditch. A something in one's mouth, gulp down. And seven scarecrow.

The cloud was like a big black whale. The sun appear from behind. His eye. The birds revolve round the sky.

I had removed in. But my mind is the same.

out of condition. I remember Kitaro Nishida. What is a creation?