Empty new year.
I had bread, onigiri, and instant soba noodles with a variety of alcoholic drinks by myself yesterday. It was the most lonely new year in my life, I think. I don’t think I will ever experience such a day again. I had drunk the whole day and I didn’t do anything. I watched a traditional Japanese new year celebration on Twitter and Facebook. I wonder if I could have joined them but it was impossible. Say “happy new year!” that voice echoed with emptiness.
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Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
Happy new year, Shintaku-san.
Your new work “Taima manjyuu” is nice!
May this be a happy and fruitful year.
Uchida-san
Thanks so much for your kind words.
Happy new year to you, too.
Let’s do our best together!