<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:41:24.890-08:00</updated><category term='collage'/><category term='rice fields'/><category term='From Me to You'/><category term='Kitakyushu'/><category term='Japanese Culture'/><category term='dress'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='June'/><category term='card'/><category term='art'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='gown'/><category term='cultural'/><category term='Washi Doll'/><category term='Chocolate treats for White Day'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='paperarts.'/><category term='Osaka'/><category term='Washi Paper'/><category term='costumes'/><category term='spirit of the rice'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='ATC'/><category term='dolls'/><category term='Photo: from 2009 Himawari'/><title type='text'>" ZaaArt "</title><subtitle type='html'>" I simply dream dreams and see visions, and then I paint around those dreams and visions" ...Raphael</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-8047289829571153745</id><published>2011-12-25T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:41:21.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"MERRY CHRISTMAS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEq3sEog-Ak/TvfeyNAdJSI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ijwR23bZaWY/s1600/071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEq3sEog-Ak/TvfeyNAdJSI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ijwR23bZaWY/s320/071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690261608272307490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all my wonderful followers the magic and joy of  Christmastide. &lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-8047289829571153745?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/8047289829571153745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=8047289829571153745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8047289829571153745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8047289829571153745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='&quot;MERRY CHRISTMAS&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zEq3sEog-Ak/TvfeyNAdJSI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ijwR23bZaWY/s72-c/071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-448226530102319555</id><published>2011-11-20T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:32:37.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitakyushu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Osaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costumes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>" DRESSING UP FOR CHRISTMAS  "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas is upon us and it's time to think about what I'll wear for Christmas Dinner.... Maybe I'll don something oriental ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFcr_uzE1gE/TskdGc29DNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/IDTKdfBUxqo/s1600/DSCF7334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFcr_uzE1gE/TskdGc29DNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/IDTKdfBUxqo/s320/DSCF7334.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;AH.... the glamour of the orient.... Japanese love fine fabrics, ornamentation and dressing up. I found it especially thrilling to observe the various costumes and clothing designs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Their fashion flare has been  culturally preserved for  centuries through the iconic Geishas and Warlords.... While visiting Kumomoto Castle, I couldn't help but notice the  guard ,traditionally dressed while guarding the entrance to the  Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw3jpzK-ejA/TskdfsLd9xI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Snto7mEAZFQ/s1600/DSCF7335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw3jpzK-ejA/TskdfsLd9xI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Snto7mEAZFQ/s320/DSCF7335.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just had to snap this  picture of  a young modern Japanese girl  walking in the palace grounds. It's a new millenium of fashion in Japanese as East meets West  and mingles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8iklivx6RI/Tskd1VJYKsI/AAAAAAAAAjw/j2LCCH0XuS0/s1600/DSCF7336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8iklivx6RI/Tskd1VJYKsI/AAAAAAAAAjw/j2LCCH0XuS0/s320/DSCF7336.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Often I sit at the shopping mall sipping a  a latte at Star Bucks  marvelling at the artistic layering of  design that defines that there is a  multicultural adjustment  happening in the  Asian fashion industy.  I love people watching here ( Ha Ha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_NSJGu64B0/Tskd6euKAbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/YfbvsvYxJuM/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W_NSJGu64B0/Tskd6euKAbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/YfbvsvYxJuM/s320/securedownload.jpeg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I love window shopping at the Osaka Hotel where they display the most beautiful gowns for Weddings, Christmas parties and celebrations.  They're all gorgeous and very frilly. Wouldn't you love to wear this dress... AH  ... if only we were all a tiny  size 5... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Still it's nice  dream about.. especially during the festive season ... While I have been away for sometime...I am now back blogging  with a renewed spirit .... Thank You to all my wonderful faithful  Followers... I will  look forward to sharing with you again soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Wishing you all a MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-448226530102319555?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/448226530102319555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=448226530102319555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/448226530102319555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/448226530102319555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/11/dressing-up-for-christmas.html' title='&quot; DRESSING UP FOR CHRISTMAS  &quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFcr_uzE1gE/TskdGc29DNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/IDTKdfBUxqo/s72-c/DSCF7334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-3919311831126832340</id><published>2011-08-20T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T18:03:33.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"DAY LILIES"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The daylily is native to Japan . It was cultivated as early as the twelfth century in China, and appeared in paintings, on fabrics and porcelain as decorative embellishments for the Asian culture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynZ-nSgkiBw/TlAuLVqRTjI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BCexr5hwcGY/s1600/DSCF8270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynZ-nSgkiBw/TlAuLVqRTjI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BCexr5hwcGY/s400/DSCF8270.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is often called the " plant of forgetfulness ", because it was believed to cure sorrow by inducing memory loss. &amp;nbsp;In Oriental Medicine , it was also used for relieving pain and cleaning the kidneys....and &amp;nbsp;the dried blossoms of the daylily are often used in cooking. Try &amp;nbsp;the &amp;nbsp;unopened buds in your next salads....Delicious !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mPPSTQA0Nss/TlAukhbO5GI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zRxoCNyteWk/s1600/DSCF8262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mPPSTQA0Nss/TlAukhbO5GI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zRxoCNyteWk/s400/DSCF8262.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;" The soul is supposed to take the form of a flower, such as the lily " .. at least that's what folklore says. If I were to wish to be any flower, it would be the lily, whose beauty is thought to be sacred. There are &amp;nbsp;so many positive and beautiful omens that have guided this lovely flower through the centuries... No wonder it has become a protective and &amp;nbsp;cherished icon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKKYKE4TkY0/TlAxeRSBHtI/AAAAAAAAAb4/dTTDn0abxoI/s1600/DSCF8259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKKYKE4TkY0/TlAxeRSBHtI/AAAAAAAAAb4/dTTDn0abxoI/s320/DSCF8259.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;These old fashioned orange or tawny common daylilies, grow 5 feet high, with trumpet shaped flowers, 3 to 4 inches, rising above clumped foliage. The strap like leaves grow 2 feet long and tend to gracefully arch. They normally bloom in June and July, however this year they are a common midsummer delight .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm enjoying the Autumn &amp;nbsp;show of &amp;nbsp;lilies and cultivate various varieties &amp;nbsp;in both Japan and Canada. The pictures above are from my country home in Canada. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I once read that the genus name ( Hemerocallis) comes from two greek words , hemera, meaning "day" and kallos &amp;nbsp;meaning " beautiful ". The name amptly describes these lovely blooms that last for only a single day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAJIe4gTnGU/TlA1wjBe5dI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GNkWsO0Mu2M/s1600/3348404446_b143a06909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAJIe4gTnGU/TlA1wjBe5dI/AAAAAAAAAcA/GNkWsO0Mu2M/s400/3348404446_b143a06909.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;However when one is blessed with fields of daylilies , it's a delightful &amp;nbsp;month long &amp;nbsp;journey of tripping the light fantastic, amongst the daylilies with the fairies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-3919311831126832340?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/3919311831126832340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=3919311831126832340' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/3919311831126832340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/3919311831126832340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-lilies.html' title='&quot;DAY LILIES&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynZ-nSgkiBw/TlAuLVqRTjI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BCexr5hwcGY/s72-c/DSCF8270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-8317860396370422206</id><published>2011-08-07T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T18:59:35.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" BAUBLES, BANGLES AND BEADS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Who doesn't love, " BAUBLES, BANGLES and BEADS" ... &amp;nbsp;It's simply the creative &amp;nbsp;" THING " to do in the Asian world. &amp;nbsp;I started dabbling in jewelry arts in Kitakyushu, Japan in 2009, now I'm hooked on this elegant and innovative art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM4aJ3hRJHI/Tj6LV8v6TGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6Q5jf8RxTOY/s1600/IMG_1809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM4aJ3hRJHI/Tj6LV8v6TGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6Q5jf8RxTOY/s320/IMG_1809.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The key to tying this type of creation together is to slow down and answer a few basic questions ... "Which bead will I choose to go with the next bead "? .... " How many twists and how high should they be to look symmetrical "? .... " Where, oh where, should they be artistically place"? .... (decisions, decisions). &amp;nbsp;What the heck...I decided to " LET GO " &amp;nbsp;and cast my &amp;nbsp;beads and ingenuity &amp;nbsp;to the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon my brain was starting to ache .... &amp;nbsp;Luckily, the healing powers of the amethyst &amp;nbsp;seemed to be &amp;nbsp;a tonic for my pounding headache. Encouraged by my sensei(teacher) to draw a blueprint , I started to become focussed on the gems, shapes, colors, sizes and logic of &amp;nbsp;design principles. What a gift .... &amp;nbsp;One thing at a time grasshopper !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Certainly, creating jewelry is no fly by night craft. It takes patience and a lot of beaded sweat &amp;nbsp;to create these ornamental works of art. &amp;nbsp;After creating a few necklaces, brooches, rings and bracelets, my new found respect for wearable art had become &amp;nbsp;paramount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(back of necklace)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mS9qFmEDgE/Tj6LytYcffI/AAAAAAAAAZk/WvcZsMDyo7k/s1600/IMG_1805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mS9qFmEDgE/Tj6LytYcffI/AAAAAAAAAZk/WvcZsMDyo7k/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This was my third lesson and quite frankly, I was &amp;nbsp;nervous about the task that my Japanese Sensei had laid before me in the form of &amp;nbsp;beads, wire and a homemade coiling board. Yes, the Japanese still make their own unique craft tools. There's no Michaels in Japan ( Ha Ha) &amp;nbsp;Their ingenuity is AMAZING, &amp;nbsp;isn't it !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;( Thing-A-Me-Bob)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWq1Dsnk8cM/Tj6MQwXvAbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/omGcRNmoRqQ/s1600/IMG_1802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWq1Dsnk8cM/Tj6MQwXvAbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/omGcRNmoRqQ/s320/IMG_1802.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was up for the challenge ... &amp;nbsp; but goodness how clumsy can one person be, while coiling wire around a "thing-a-me-bob" .... practise, practise , practise. It took &amp;nbsp;me about a week to warm up to the tool and acquire the precision needed to &amp;nbsp;create and keep all the &amp;nbsp;circles perfectly round for this project. The &amp;nbsp;only other option was to use a pencil to coil the wire around...that was fun( Ha Ha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ( Sensei /right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwez_EEwGPw/Tj6Y3U9KHhI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JLS5--7b-jk/s1600/IMG_1633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xwez_EEwGPw/Tj6Y3U9KHhI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JLS5--7b-jk/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Television Host left )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WELL..The &amp;nbsp;lessons turned out to be successfully, enjoyable, THANKS to my Japanese &amp;nbsp;Sensei&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;( right) . &amp;nbsp; I was over the moon,when the local television station host ( above left) came to showcase my creations ... however it did help that I was the only foreigner taking the classes... Tah Dah ... My moment of Japanese Stardom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how daunting a task may be ... creating with baubles, bangles and beads will definately challenge the creative juices and &amp;nbsp;mind blast &amp;nbsp;you through the trials and tribulations of being &amp;nbsp;a shy crafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;May I suggest, that you &amp;nbsp;take on the ULTIMATE &amp;nbsp;challenge &amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;wear your &amp;nbsp;artistry with pride. &amp;nbsp;There is &amp;nbsp;great satisfaction in knowing that you DID IT !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-8317860396370422206?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/8317860396370422206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=8317860396370422206' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8317860396370422206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8317860396370422206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/08/baubles-bangles-and-beads.html' title='&quot; BAUBLES, BANGLES AND BEADS&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM4aJ3hRJHI/Tj6LV8v6TGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6Q5jf8RxTOY/s72-c/IMG_1809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-2371586040670369743</id><published>2011-07-13T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:46:56.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"BLUEBERRIES"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5krjBiW8Fw/Th5VEOIp-3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/ApQMtPQ2rHA/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5krjBiW8Fw/Th5VEOIp-3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/ApQMtPQ2rHA/s320/securedownload.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feast your eyes on my Japanese Blueberries !!!! Last year I planted &amp;nbsp;four &amp;nbsp; blueberry bushes &amp;nbsp;crossing my fingers that they might grow in this unpredictable climate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On June &amp;nbsp;first, a year later, &amp;nbsp;I left for a 6 week visit to Canada . I noticed that there were three &amp;nbsp;surviving plants, but &amp;nbsp;NO &amp;nbsp;buds... Saddly, I had given up hope on the tasty little morsels.( Sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is now July 2011 and the yard is a jungle with so much undergrowth to explore. I have lilies, petunias, hydrangea and BLUEBERRIES ( hurrah) peeking out into the rainy season... So I better collect those little fat berries before they get wet and completely saturated. I wonder if I will have enough for a pie !!!! ( Yummy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-2371586040670369743?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/2371586040670369743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=2371586040670369743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/2371586040670369743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/2371586040670369743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/07/blueberries.html' title='&quot;BLUEBERRIES&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5krjBiW8Fw/Th5VEOIp-3I/AAAAAAAAAYc/ApQMtPQ2rHA/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-7561859681104846311</id><published>2011-06-07T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:10:47.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"MY ANNIVERSARY SUPPER "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4sAPBQhJiw/Te3LrnRexII/AAAAAAAAAXs/UkklxUhXdfQ/s1600/IMG_6449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4sAPBQhJiw/Te3LrnRexII/AAAAAAAAAXs/UkklxUhXdfQ/s400/IMG_6449.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Restaurant dining in Japan is &amp;nbsp;gracious or fast .... on the floor or in booths &amp;nbsp;....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CxqKuLv7V_g/Te3ND_uVnnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/OYivUm1WgR4/s1600/IMG_6433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CxqKuLv7V_g/Te3ND_uVnnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/OYivUm1WgR4/s320/IMG_6433.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;healthy or deep fried ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTl8dNkz3p4/Te3NUdNcwuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/tcC6OkpjyyE/s1600/IMG_6445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTl8dNkz3p4/Te3NUdNcwuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/tcC6OkpjyyE/s320/IMG_6445.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Japanese or Japanese .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-By4QloVSdWM/Te3Nm6Kxp1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/oaF-n9Km9Ag/s1600/IMG_6457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-By4QloVSdWM/Te3Nm6Kxp1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/oaF-n9Km9Ag/s400/IMG_6457.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a choice!!!!! &amp;nbsp;We &amp;nbsp;graciously picked Japanese( Ha ha) &amp;nbsp;What would you choose ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-7561859681104846311?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/7561859681104846311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=7561859681104846311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7561859681104846311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7561859681104846311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-anniversary-supper.html' title='&quot;MY ANNIVERSARY SUPPER &quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4sAPBQhJiw/Te3LrnRexII/AAAAAAAAAXs/UkklxUhXdfQ/s72-c/IMG_6449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-1351598099374001735</id><published>2011-05-07T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:40:20.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6jqJDpXgxA/TcYensU1ACI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8qGIrQUSH8I/s1600/glittergraphics_miscellaneous_191.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6jqJDpXgxA/TcYensU1ACI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8qGIrQUSH8I/s1600/glittergraphics_miscellaneous_191.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wishing you all a HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-1351598099374001735?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/1351598099374001735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=1351598099374001735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1351598099374001735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1351598099374001735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='&quot; HAPPY MOTHER&apos;S DAY&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6jqJDpXgxA/TcYensU1ACI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8qGIrQUSH8I/s72-c/glittergraphics_miscellaneous_191.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-6294074255693264106</id><published>2011-05-01T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:57:51.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WISTERIA FESTIVAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx7vrlUzz9I/Tb5HaV3xx8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MHvVf0sZwtI/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx7vrlUzz9I/Tb5HaV3xx8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MHvVf0sZwtI/s400/securedownload.jpeg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfW_YXdIxkI/Tb5G5q7P1cI/AAAAAAAAAXM/LlWAlZDSqfQ/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rfW_YXdIxkI/Tb5G5q7P1cI/AAAAAAAAAXM/LlWAlZDSqfQ/s320/securedownload.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May is &amp;nbsp;a time to celebrate the beauty of nature and friendship &amp;nbsp;in the Buddhist Temple and the Wisteria Gardens. My beautiful Russian friend Larissa and baby Diana &amp;nbsp;are caught by surprise under the &amp;nbsp;flowing cascades of the blooming wisteria. It's a time of rebirth and joy &amp;nbsp;in Japan, as new buds blossom and new life flourishes to greet the floral extravaganza to come... " All things are &amp;nbsp;bright and beautiful."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-6294074255693264106?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/6294074255693264106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=6294074255693264106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6294074255693264106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6294074255693264106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/05/wisteria-festival.html' title='WISTERIA FESTIVAL'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx7vrlUzz9I/Tb5HaV3xx8I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MHvVf0sZwtI/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-7931122453419516647</id><published>2011-04-22T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T19:30:42.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"HAPPY EASTER"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER &amp;nbsp;to you all from Japan . I thought you might like to see what's blooming in my garden and all around the countryside... Beautiful Cherry and Plum Blossoms .ENJOY !!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IzQq_xxmjdw/TbI4u5wdy3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/kLKnIbpMAoU/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IzQq_xxmjdw/TbI4u5wdy3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/kLKnIbpMAoU/s320/securedownload.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLxz582xHWs/TbI41hpbWaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/T5ZuXHQnfQc/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLxz582xHWs/TbI41hpbWaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/T5ZuXHQnfQc/s320/securedownload.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3J0_ew3TG3I/TbI47KOV8XI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BylPCWFyzaY/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3J0_ew3TG3I/TbI47KOV8XI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BylPCWFyzaY/s320/securedownload.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blessings to you and your family for a most joyous Easter !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-7931122453419516647?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/7931122453419516647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=7931122453419516647' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7931122453419516647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7931122453419516647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='&quot;HAPPY EASTER&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IzQq_xxmjdw/TbI4u5wdy3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/kLKnIbpMAoU/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-4558291638091458634</id><published>2011-03-14T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:25:39.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" HOPE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-F9-U396F5OY/TX7kUwe5obI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SZ2IH-EN2-Y/s1600/IMG_8280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-F9-U396F5OY/TX7kUwe5obI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SZ2IH-EN2-Y/s320/IMG_8280.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My prayers and thoughts are with the families and individuals who are suffering under the terrible devastation of &amp;nbsp;the &amp;nbsp;recent earthquake and Tsunami in Japan. Already it's terrifying effects have saturated our lives ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a time to reflect on the fragile state of life and our existence in this world... It is a time to love and support one another &amp;nbsp;in the face of an awesome yet sometimes cruel mother nature and listen to the messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are but a small planet &amp;nbsp;that is in need of tender loving care to survive. Please light a candle of love, healing &amp;nbsp;and HOPE for our childrens' future..... and pray for those less fortunate people, in Japan and &amp;nbsp;around the world. May God Bless us all !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-4558291638091458634?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/4558291638091458634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=4558291638091458634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/4558291638091458634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/4558291638091458634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/03/hope.html' title='&quot; HOPE&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-F9-U396F5OY/TX7kUwe5obI/AAAAAAAAAWU/SZ2IH-EN2-Y/s72-c/IMG_8280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-8155841236689410609</id><published>2011-03-01T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:04:53.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"CHERRY BLOSSOM"</title><content type='html'>The BLOSSOMS are a' coming and I'm soooooo excited.... The &amp;nbsp;Festival of Cherry Blossoms will soon line the streets of Japan in a glorious cascade of pink and white blossoms cascading &amp;nbsp;like fairies onto the streets... March and April mark the beginning and end &amp;nbsp;of the festivities. Couldn't help creating afew Cherry Blossom ATC's in celebration ... Naturally it's called 'Cherry Blossom' ( ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YtSKA9mm1BM/TW1eXegdmSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/J4K4vox7_lg/s1600/IMG_4070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YtSKA9mm1BM/TW1eXegdmSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/J4K4vox7_lg/s320/IMG_4070.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I will arrive in Kitakyushu, Japan &amp;nbsp;just in time to snap a few hundred picture with my camera and &amp;nbsp;join into the celebration in and around the bustling communities ... To people in North America it's just a bunch of trees blooming .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, it's &amp;nbsp;beauty and harmony &amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;a time to bask in the glory of nature... This is a picture of my friend, Mikio under a double flowering Cherry Blossom tree. .. It takes your breath away , doesn't it !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z_yzQ9P3WDw/TW1duHKRAAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Sw0UrZVc_Qs/s1600/IMG_0220_edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z_yzQ9P3WDw/TW1duHKRAAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Sw0UrZVc_Qs/s640/IMG_0220_edited.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Experiencing &amp;nbsp;the &amp;nbsp;thousands &amp;nbsp;of &amp;nbsp;Cherry trees, dotting the countryside &amp;nbsp;in full bloom &amp;nbsp;is &amp;nbsp;literally a vision of pink heaven. I will send pictures !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-8155841236689410609?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/8155841236689410609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=8155841236689410609' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8155841236689410609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8155841236689410609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/03/cherry-blossom.html' title='&quot;CHERRY BLOSSOM&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YtSKA9mm1BM/TW1eXegdmSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/J4K4vox7_lg/s72-c/IMG_4070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-5263291076516533975</id><published>2011-02-27T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:22:24.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'"PAPER ART"</title><content type='html'>Japan is famous for their use and creation of paper .... &amp;nbsp;Want to see something amazing... check out this site.... WOW !!!!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tokyobling.wordpress.com/2009/07/01/a-paper-craft-castle-on-the-ocean/" rel="nofollow" style="color: #1e66ae; font-family: Verdana; line-height: 1.22em;" target="_blank"&gt;http://tokyobling.wordpress.com/2009/07/01/a-paper-craft-castle-on-the-ocean/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AJ-DhsjwMlo/TWqyG4ypbQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6-KjgAUgByo/s1600/IMG_4359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AJ-DhsjwMlo/TWqyG4ypbQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6-KjgAUgByo/s320/IMG_4359.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Tell me what you think ...about paper art from Japan. after you view the above &amp;nbsp;site.... AMAZING !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-5263291076516533975?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/5263291076516533975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=5263291076516533975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/5263291076516533975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/5263291076516533975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/02/paper-art.html' title='&apos;&quot;PAPER ART&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AJ-DhsjwMlo/TWqyG4ypbQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6-KjgAUgByo/s72-c/IMG_4359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-5338907112323343376</id><published>2011-02-13T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:54:23.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" NO JOKE "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ssiKe7IV4Q4/TVimKWLRTbI/AAAAAAAAATM/WMKbu2QIKZw/s1600/Candid+pictures+from+Japan+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ssiKe7IV4Q4/TVimKWLRTbI/AAAAAAAAATM/WMKbu2QIKZw/s400/Candid+pictures+from+Japan+028.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Japan, February the 14th is a special day for men not for women . So it's Hiroko's &amp;nbsp;supper treat &amp;nbsp;for her husband &amp;nbsp;Mikio . Needless to say , &amp;nbsp;he loves the attention... We went to the " Red Door Restaurant " &amp;nbsp;in downtown Kokura, Japan... for &amp;nbsp;you'll never guess ...Chinese Food &amp;nbsp; ( Ha Ha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-5338907112323343376?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/5338907112323343376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=5338907112323343376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/5338907112323343376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/5338907112323343376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-joke.html' title='&quot; NO JOKE &quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ssiKe7IV4Q4/TVimKWLRTbI/AAAAAAAAATM/WMKbu2QIKZw/s72-c/Candid+pictures+from+Japan+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-1557677007699751272</id><published>2011-02-06T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:42:30.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"GREEN TEA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TU8LI2aAt5I/AAAAAAAAASM/YECaDbdBOS0/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TU8LI2aAt5I/AAAAAAAAASM/YECaDbdBOS0/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Living in Japan, one grows naturally &amp;nbsp;accustomed to drinking &amp;nbsp;" Green" tea &amp;nbsp;along with the local &amp;nbsp;society... Afterall, green tea &amp;nbsp; is Japanese ...Right !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I had the pleasure of meeting up with a very learned Japanese Lady, who practises the art of the Japanese Tea Ceremony. &amp;nbsp;She &amp;nbsp;enlightened me as to the historical facts of &amp;nbsp;the drinking of green tea, which dates back to China and the 4th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea was &amp;nbsp; officially a gift from the Chinese tang court presented to Emperor Shomu of Japan and in the year 794 &amp;nbsp;a &amp;nbsp;tea &amp;nbsp;plant was planted in the imperial Gardens in Kyoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the &amp;nbsp;Japanese buddist Monks went to China to study about tea and in 1192, Eisai, returned with tea seeds and started to &amp;nbsp;officially plant tea in Japan. This monk ,Eisai &amp;nbsp;also wrote the first Japanese tea book which later influenced the development of the Tea Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many, many rules of etiquette for what is called ' chanoyu, or hot water tea" &amp;nbsp;and in Japan you may experience this rather lengthy ritualistic &amp;nbsp;ceremony in &amp;nbsp;the harmonic beauty of a Japanese Tea House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four principle &amp;nbsp;to the ceremony: harmony, respect, purity and tranquility ( wa, kae, sae, jubuo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procedures are simple: clean the serving bowls, boil a pot of water, serve sweet treats to quests before the tea, mix powdered bitter green tea( Matcha) and water to make a frothy tea, serve the tea to quests. ( The flavors of the sweets and bitter compliment &amp;nbsp;each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign of harmony is :&lt;br /&gt;1. Bow when you receive the cup of tea which is called " chawan'&lt;br /&gt;2. Take the " chawan" with your right hand and place it in the palm of your left hand.&lt;br /&gt;3. Turn the " chawan ' &amp;nbsp;clockwise three times before you take a drink.&lt;br /&gt;4. When the tea is gone, make a loud slurp to tell the host that the tea was truely enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Wipe the part of the " chawan' your lips touched with your right hand.&lt;br /&gt;6. Turn the "chawan" counterclockwise and return it to the host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people ask how long it takes to learn this art of &amp;nbsp;the tea ceremony. &amp;nbsp;I might say how long does it take you to learn the piano ? While simple tunes can be learned in a few weeks &amp;nbsp;.... A true artist will study the piano for at least 10 years . In Japan one must study the art of the Tea Ceremony for 10 years &amp;nbsp;in order to practise this ancient custom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to bring alittle of the ceremonial charm home with you, a &amp;nbsp;" chawan' may be purchased in specialty tea stores along with tea ceremony utensils. The above tea cup or " chawans ' range from 100-200.00 dollars per bowl... depending on the ceramic artisan who created it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-1557677007699751272?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/1557677007699751272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=1557677007699751272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1557677007699751272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1557677007699751272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/02/green-tea.html' title='&quot;GREEN TEA&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TU8LI2aAt5I/AAAAAAAAASM/YECaDbdBOS0/s72-c/IMG_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-6292652783545160342</id><published>2011-01-30T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T09:27:36.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" THE CAT'S MEOW"</title><content type='html'>DO you have a passion for Cats? &amp;nbsp;Oriental Cats are known for their intense interest in everyday human activities . &amp;nbsp;I see ten to twenty of them &amp;nbsp;lined up &amp;nbsp;every morning along the garden walls outside of the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder that the Maiko Cat &amp;nbsp;is seen and admired in every store and house in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;This feline has become an important &amp;nbsp;part of their mysterious and exotic culture. ... So it's very hard not to fall inlove with &amp;nbsp;such a sweet, animated &amp;nbsp;image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, that I'm &amp;nbsp;under the Maiko Cat spell ... &amp;nbsp;admiring, collecting and even drawing this &amp;nbsp;feline character . Folktales say that this &amp;nbsp;little paw waving cat &amp;nbsp;is gook luck . That's a fabulous reason to have a few of them &amp;nbsp;sitting around your house ...Right !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TUWcf3dF3FI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3Z8s4vlovCU/s1600/IMG_1653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TUWcf3dF3FI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3Z8s4vlovCU/s320/IMG_1653.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those of you who read my last post .... Just incase you're interested .... &amp;nbsp;I bought the handmade Wallclock Cat ( below) with the moving tail . &amp;nbsp;My husband bought me the &amp;nbsp;handmade ceramic Black Cat ( below) for my Birthday and of course , my friend, shower me with Maiko " good luck " gifts.... &amp;nbsp;Collecting &amp;nbsp;has become quite the Cat's Meow .( Ha Ha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-6292652783545160342?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/6292652783545160342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=6292652783545160342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6292652783545160342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6292652783545160342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/01/cats-meow.html' title='&quot; THE CAT&apos;S MEOW&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TUWcf3dF3FI/AAAAAAAAAR4/3Z8s4vlovCU/s72-c/IMG_1653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-8002893825483151684</id><published>2011-01-21T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:33:28.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"CAT SHOPPING "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TTpkKsV2p0I/AAAAAAAAARs/QdXQJJeuk-I/s1600/IMG_1652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TTpkKsV2p0I/AAAAAAAAARs/QdXQJJeuk-I/s320/IMG_1652.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TTpkabF1OzI/AAAAAAAAARw/p8ktJnE--UY/s1600/IMG_1655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TTpkabF1OzI/AAAAAAAAARw/p8ktJnE--UY/s200/IMG_1655.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shopping in Japan is quite an adventure .... I thought you might like to see some of the sugary &amp;nbsp;animated items. &amp;nbsp;" Meow, Meow"... all the kittens were calling me, to come look and see ... "Buy Me", &amp;nbsp;they &amp;nbsp;mewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I looked at the prices... Yes, only, 10500 yen( $150.00) for the &amp;nbsp;handmade clock , who's little &amp;nbsp;tail moves with the tick and the tock. &amp;nbsp;He's so adorable !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do love it &amp;nbsp;but " don't you &amp;nbsp;think that little black and white number looks friendly ... Oh yes... He's a darling, at only &amp;nbsp;10000 yen( $100.00) . So, my friends, let's move onto the next grouping of happy Japanese kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TTpkqdCjnsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9P4f1YdQTIs/s1600/IMG_1660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TTpkqdCjnsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9P4f1YdQTIs/s320/IMG_1660.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bing, Bang , Boom .... Lookie lookie &amp;nbsp;some "Tin Pan Alley" musical cats. They're &amp;nbsp;kind of &amp;nbsp;socially cute &amp;nbsp;and the price is just right, only 2500 yen( $25.00)...Where would I put them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness... I'm so confused , because I like them all. &amp;nbsp;I will listen to my own little inner cat voice ...Purr purr and select the purr-fect cat for &amp;nbsp;me .... It's a hard decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which cat or cats would you choose? Which cat or cats did I choose? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-8002893825483151684?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/8002893825483151684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=8002893825483151684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8002893825483151684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8002893825483151684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/01/cat-napping.html' title='&quot;CAT SHOPPING &quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TTpkKsV2p0I/AAAAAAAAARs/QdXQJJeuk-I/s72-c/IMG_1652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-6567657742048180903</id><published>2011-01-16T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:36:30.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Cold Outside "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;January marks the beginning of great expectations ..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TTPFtLrgZ2I/AAAAAAAAARo/0vQnq3fR0YM/s1600/IMG_4837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TTPFtLrgZ2I/AAAAAAAAARo/0vQnq3fR0YM/s400/IMG_4837.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;... but also brings flurries of snow and cold temperatures. This year has been an exceptionally strange time around the world .... Brrrr ... I'm alittle cold and my teeth are chattering, but I'm in awe of the wintry blasts of beauty... I though I would share a wintry walk through the park with you , so bundle up and keep yourself warm in this &amp;nbsp;Canadian Winter Wonderland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TTPFJ0lkB1I/AAAAAAAAARk/0aI7oXl-SkM/s1600/IMG_4831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TTPFJ0lkB1I/AAAAAAAAARk/0aI7oXl-SkM/s400/IMG_4831.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-6567657742048180903?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/6567657742048180903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=6567657742048180903' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6567657742048180903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6567657742048180903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-cold-outside.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Cold Outside &quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TTPFtLrgZ2I/AAAAAAAAARo/0vQnq3fR0YM/s72-c/IMG_4837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-45861165365126194</id><published>2011-01-10T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:01:12.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"DRAMA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AMORE... Ah ....sweet love is on the horizon.... As we quickly move past January into the month of hearts and valentines..I am reminded, how quickly time passes. I'm in awe of all the precious gifts that might be overlooked if, I &amp;nbsp;do not take the time to give thanks for the love of family &amp;nbsp;and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am also reminiscing about life, as the seasons come and go ... &amp;nbsp;and realizing that it's time to move onto new and exciting journeys&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TSthQJln5MI/AAAAAAAAARg/AzLZL4aMBlc/s1600/IMG_4725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TSthQJln5MI/AAAAAAAAARg/AzLZL4aMBlc/s320/IMG_4725.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with light heartedness and joy !!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YES..It's time to lose weight when you no longer fit into that little &amp;nbsp;black, size 5 dress &amp;nbsp;( Ha Ha)... Even my fingers and &amp;nbsp;feet seem to have gotten alittle fatter and I wear &amp;nbsp;wider shoes and flat boots, &amp;nbsp;that are less than fashionable... AH... Yes... It has &amp;nbsp;finally happened ... middle age has set in, for a long winters nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh woe is me".... Should I become dramatic and submerge myself into the flowery, swollen waters of a reedy river like &amp;nbsp;Shakespeares', "Ophelia"? ... She is ever adored and heralded in classic paintings....Drama, drama, drama!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No... I'd &amp;nbsp;like to think of myself as a modern sort of &amp;nbsp;woman, who can battle the raging perils of age, in a dignified manner ... &amp;nbsp;so, I jogged out and bought myself &amp;nbsp;some vitamin E capsules for swollen eyes and wrinkles, a new water bottle, to puff out the sagging dehydrated bits and a recumbent bike, to ease my aching joints, when I &amp;nbsp;do take the time to exercise.( Huff'n'Puff)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, my friends, &amp;nbsp;I'm encouraging &amp;nbsp;you, myself and I, to do alittle extra peddling, in the love of " self " arena ... Wishing you all, a safe and healthy journey this year... I'll race you around the calender block .... &amp;nbsp;Ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-45861165365126194?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/45861165365126194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=45861165365126194' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/45861165365126194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/45861165365126194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/01/drama.html' title='&quot;DRAMA&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TSthQJln5MI/AAAAAAAAARg/AzLZL4aMBlc/s72-c/IMG_4725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-1591361077998972250</id><published>2011-01-06T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:51:24.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"THE JOURNEY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing you all a joyous , healthy and Happy New Year.... In Japan , New Year is a reverent time for personal journeys... usually climbing up &amp;nbsp;the &amp;nbsp;mountain side to a shrine, to give thanks for the year that is passing on. It's a time to &amp;nbsp;look for good omens on the trail of &amp;nbsp;tranquility and peace. It's a time of homage&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and prayer&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TSam4zRT5zI/AAAAAAAAARY/Ng-RAdBTVhk/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TSam4zRT5zI/AAAAAAAAARY/Ng-RAdBTVhk/s320/securedownload.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TSam4zRT5zI/AAAAAAAAARY/Ng-RAdBTVhk/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If an eagle happens to fly cross your path, " Good Luck " will &amp;nbsp;surely follow you through the New Year...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-1591361077998972250?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/1591361077998972250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=1591361077998972250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1591361077998972250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1591361077998972250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/01/journey.html' title='&quot;THE JOURNEY&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TSam4zRT5zI/AAAAAAAAARY/Ng-RAdBTVhk/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-874676832100136093</id><published>2011-01-06T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T01:42:53.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"MYSTICAL NEW YEAR"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2011 ....... A Strange year &amp;nbsp;can become a gifted and even stranger year if you just have patience.. Santa sometimes cannot &amp;nbsp;fit and drop all the gifts on Christmas night ... and I happen to have it &amp;nbsp;on the best authority... that &amp;nbsp;"SANTA CLAUS " is tired ... Z_Z_Z_Z_Z_Z_Z_Z_Z_Z_Z_Z_Z_Z_Z_Z_Z__Z_Z_Z_Z_Z__Z_ZZZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TSWMFnN6uXI/AAAAAAAAARU/m-AhHg_wXrE/s1600/securedownload.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TSWMFnN6uXI/AAAAAAAAARU/m-AhHg_wXrE/s320/securedownload.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a " Jolly Old man " ... but has anyone taken the time to &amp;nbsp;" kiss" him ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please let me know ... 'cause " Santa is sleeping and he won't say a word... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-874676832100136093?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/874676832100136093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=874676832100136093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/874676832100136093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/874676832100136093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2011/01/mystical-new-year.html' title='&quot;MYSTICAL NEW YEAR&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TSWMFnN6uXI/AAAAAAAAARU/m-AhHg_wXrE/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-7843230210284955258</id><published>2010-12-26T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:47:41.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" MISS DOLLY "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TRgMP5FBcpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IT3pHa3fHmg/s1600/IMG_4604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TRgMP5FBcpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IT3pHa3fHmg/s320/IMG_4604.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How much is that Doggie in the window ? &amp;nbsp; You know the one with the waggly tail... Isn't that how the song goes... Well &amp;nbsp;I just thought you might want to see what was under my Christmas tree.... O Santa ..You shouldn't have.... but ..Thank You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-7843230210284955258?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/7843230210284955258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=7843230210284955258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7843230210284955258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7843230210284955258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2010/12/miss-dolly.html' title='&quot; MISS DOLLY &quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TRgMP5FBcpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IT3pHa3fHmg/s72-c/IMG_4604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-7507010185295665263</id><published>2010-12-19T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:11:15.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" SNOW ANGEL"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TQ7hBsgcTsI/AAAAAAAAARI/CdCGZE_iKS4/s1600/IMG_4439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TQ7hBsgcTsI/AAAAAAAAARI/CdCGZE_iKS4/s320/IMG_4439.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"The weather outside is frightful" and I wish that Old Man Winter would make up his celestial mind on whether to rain , pour or drop delightful flakes of snow... &amp;nbsp;Yesterday, I wore my Spring coat, Winter boots and &amp;nbsp;Summer leggings.( Ha Ha)..I was quite a sight !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter, because nothing can daunt the joy of the festive season with it's bright lights and warm ambiance of love..not even the cold moody temperatures BRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to leave the works of mother nature &amp;nbsp; to the Snow &amp;nbsp;Angels. They're sure to bring the beauty of season round full circle in time for Christmas... because, " I need alittle Christmas..right this very minute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just dropped my hubby off at &amp;nbsp;the airport heading for Japan &amp;nbsp;and have been left behind... Air Canada has an animal embargo on animals between November 15 to January 15... So what was to be a family gathering with grandsons will now be a ' me and puppy' &amp;nbsp;.. because she is only 6 weeks old , I cannot leave her with anyone.... So Dolly and I will &amp;nbsp;celebrate her first Christmas together... eating puppy cakes and singing doggie carols .."WOOF WOOF"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-7507010185295665263?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/7507010185295665263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=7507010185295665263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7507010185295665263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7507010185295665263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow-angel.html' title='&quot; SNOW ANGEL&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TQ7hBsgcTsI/AAAAAAAAARI/CdCGZE_iKS4/s72-c/IMG_4439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-8086509846131682177</id><published>2010-12-15T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:56:51.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"MERRY CHRISTMAS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TQkday8O-FI/AAAAAAAAARE/wQmGfJMfBkw/s1600/vintage-girl-merry-christmas-tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TQkday8O-FI/AAAAAAAAARE/wQmGfJMfBkw/s320/vintage-girl-merry-christmas-tree.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp;nbsp;TO ALL OF YOU &amp;nbsp;......"It's beginning to look alot like Christmas " &amp;nbsp;as the magic of winter &amp;nbsp;castes it's spell and we all await the singing of carols and prayers of "Noel" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a time of musical merriment that I love... especially the carol singing.&amp;nbsp;I attended my first Christmas Concert of the season...It was &amp;nbsp;Handels' sing-along &amp;nbsp;Messiah which is my favorite. ... Alas, I am being bad now &amp;nbsp;because the &amp;nbsp;" Halleluia Chorus is &amp;nbsp;now blazing throughout the house as I keep turning up the volume. I'm sure it can be heard all the way to the North Pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TQkb3lbRKKI/AAAAAAAAARA/UynuiplAiN8/s1600/vintage-santa-lirttle-girl-dol-christmas-cardl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TQkb3lbRKKI/AAAAAAAAARA/UynuiplAiN8/s320/vintage-santa-lirttle-girl-dol-christmas-cardl.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A present came early this year in the form of something&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;small and round and fluffy &amp;nbsp;" Woof Woof" ... Yes ... A puppy. We called her " DOLLY"... &amp;nbsp;I know three little boys who are going to be very excited, when we arrive in Calgary for Christmas Holidays. They're all sure to keep me very busy &amp;nbsp;during the festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you're looking for an extra special gift &amp;nbsp;for &amp;nbsp;an artistic friend or family member &amp;nbsp;... My wonderful friend &amp;nbsp;Monica Zuniga has a new Doll workshop.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://monicazuniga.blogspot.com/" style="color: #0076a3; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://monicazuniga.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.... It's a &amp;nbsp;whimsical, fabric painting &amp;nbsp;doll &amp;nbsp;class that sure to delight your creative imagination for the New Year. So join into the magic of the season by creating a doll of your own. I'll look forward to seeing you there, my friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-8086509846131682177?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/8086509846131682177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=8086509846131682177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8086509846131682177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8086509846131682177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2010/12/httpmonicazuniga.html' title='&quot;MERRY CHRISTMAS&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TQkday8O-FI/AAAAAAAAARE/wQmGfJMfBkw/s72-c/vintage-girl-merry-christmas-tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-8760181272019801011</id><published>2010-10-12T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:47:59.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAVORITE THINGS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TLQKWF_qQeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iF1L1fVToLk/s1600/IMG_3672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TLQKWF_qQeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iF1L1fVToLk/s320/IMG_3672.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with string... These are a few of my favorites things. No matter what you buy in Japan... They always come wrapped and tied in the most inviting paper, ribbons, tags and boxes...It's such a bonus for the shopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left this summer, I bought &amp;nbsp;twelve , &amp;nbsp;$3.00 glass angels as a small momento &amp;nbsp;for the ladies in my doll making classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" For you", the salesclerk asked ...No I replied " presento".&lt;br /&gt;I continued to look around, while she &amp;nbsp;finished my order. &amp;nbsp;Within 10 minutes , the little clerk shuffled &amp;nbsp;up to me with a shopping bag... Oh MY GOODNESS... I was so pleased , yet embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Each angel had been &amp;nbsp;placed into a tiny box, &amp;nbsp;wrapped &amp;nbsp;in pink floral paper, tied with a bow and sealed &amp;nbsp;with a golden sticker. &amp;nbsp;Now that's service with a smile !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TLQOZ6ZDRbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jqESlKhpKtY/s1600/IMG_3669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TLQOZ6ZDRbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jqESlKhpKtY/s320/IMG_3669.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was rustling through my papers in efforts to find just the right background for a couple of geisha images....Well...I found it in &amp;nbsp;decorative paper bags that I had bought in Miyajima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sepia bags depicted images of Japanese life, so they fit perfectly into the ATC &amp;nbsp;Geisha theme. &amp;nbsp;I quess the lesson here is to .... Never underestimate, &amp;nbsp; ZaaArt of keeping and collecting papers. &amp;nbsp;My two ATC's " Little Sparrow" and "Blossom Geisha" settled nicely into the paperbag scene and proudly wear the tags of being recycled works of art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-8760181272019801011?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/8760181272019801011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=8760181272019801011' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8760181272019801011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8760181272019801011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2010/10/favorite-things.html' title='FAVORITE THINGS&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TLQKWF_qQeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/iF1L1fVToLk/s72-c/IMG_3672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-9000466673689854197</id><published>2010-10-10T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:49:32.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"AUTUMN LEAVES"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today in New Brunswick,the winds of autumn, flurry the leaves past &amp;nbsp;my windows... I have never seen the foliage fall so quicky. While the colors of a Canadian fall can &amp;nbsp;expand the heart with joy, so does the autumn &amp;nbsp;in Japan fill the heart with inner &amp;nbsp;calm and &amp;nbsp;repose. &amp;nbsp;I am missing Japan this season.... Wishing I could walk once more in the Imperial Palace grounds, picking up the tiny maple leaves to press between the pages of &amp;nbsp;my books. I love creating pictures with pressed flowers and leaves... It's a hobby from my childhood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TLKCsKMnwHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oIZ2S10vsi0/s1600/IMG_3831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TLKCsKMnwHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oIZ2S10vsi0/s320/IMG_3831.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had not realized the difference in the size and shades of the maple leaves ... Our Canadian maples are so vibrantly robust and large ... some &amp;nbsp;bigger than the palm of my hand. The Japanese maple leaves are tiny and frail, mostly crimson in color... They are like &amp;nbsp;tiny fairies fluttering and dancing through the air, into my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next month I will return to Japan. I look forward to nestling down with the leaves pressed so snuggly &amp;nbsp;amongst the pages ... &amp;nbsp;recalling the fond memories of &amp;nbsp;walking through the palace courtyards in Kyoto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TLKDmAl4kmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ODwvqz_8uKs/s1600/IMG_3719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TLKDmAl4kmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ODwvqz_8uKs/s320/IMG_3719.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-9000466673689854197?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/9000466673689854197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=9000466673689854197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/9000466673689854197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/9000466673689854197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2010/10/autumn-leaves.html' title='&quot;AUTUMN LEAVES&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TLKCsKMnwHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oIZ2S10vsi0/s72-c/IMG_3831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-6616554162908957945</id><published>2010-10-08T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:15:47.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"NO CELEBRATIONS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT !!!! No Japanese Holidays and Celebrations... I'm &amp;nbsp;in shock... I wondered if I had done something wrong by being away so long.. Oh...Oh &amp;nbsp;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actually the only events happening in Japan in the month of &amp;nbsp;October are "Sports days", and the next real big &amp;nbsp;festivity is New Years... &amp;nbsp;I pondered the lull in the &amp;nbsp;active calendar of &amp;nbsp;festivals and &amp;nbsp;figured maybe it was &amp;nbsp;time out for the &amp;nbsp;busy, ambitious Japanese... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TK_meK4UTWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Gf2ijX_sqMM/s1600/IMG_3823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TK_meK4UTWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Gf2ijX_sqMM/s320/IMG_3823.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Certainly, I'm missing &amp;nbsp;the special days and &amp;nbsp;cultural antics. Aren't You ? I mean how can there be no festivals, holidays or picnics in their Fall schedule. OK.. I understand and I'll be back shortly to report to you , my friends... Thanks for hanging in there !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TK_mrPWUPcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pEF9a9o2Hxc/s1600/IMG_3824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TK_mrPWUPcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pEF9a9o2Hxc/s320/IMG_3824.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-6616554162908957945?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/6616554162908957945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=6616554162908957945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6616554162908957945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6616554162908957945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-celebrations.html' title='&quot;NO CELEBRATIONS&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TK_meK4UTWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Gf2ijX_sqMM/s72-c/IMG_3823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-7754966811772574669</id><published>2010-06-26T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:48:11.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit of the rice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>" GODDESS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TCZ4Vj9XHWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/E8yLGihIMMs/s1600/DSCF8187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TCZ4Vj9XHWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/E8yLGihIMMs/s640/DSCF8187.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let yourself go and see what can be created in the " spirit of the rice" ( see last blog, below).... It might surprise you !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-7754966811772574669?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/7754966811772574669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=7754966811772574669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7754966811772574669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7754966811772574669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2010/06/rice-goddess.html' title='&quot; GODDESS&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TCZ4Vj9XHWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/E8yLGihIMMs/s72-c/DSCF8187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-5590799544043236012</id><published>2010-06-19T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T08:15:09.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rice fields'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>" RICE SPIRIT "</title><content type='html'>"You are what you eat" is a Japanese concept as old as civilization itself. &amp;nbsp;June is the month for planting &amp;nbsp;rice in Japan. &amp;nbsp;It is the start of a &amp;nbsp;season which is celebrated by hundreds of rice planting festivals that utilized ancient tools, clothes, songs and dances to evoke the " spirit of the rice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until modern times, the rice crop was the standard used for managing land and levying taxes. The word for cooked rice itself is synonymous with a meal; other foods served with it, even expensive shavings of &amp;nbsp;beefstake, are considered (o-kazy) or side dishes. There's rice, rice and more delectable &amp;nbsp;rice than you could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TBz9CoFEiVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/I0eCpn8pRJo/s1600/ricepaddyflowers+057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TBz9CoFEiVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/I0eCpn8pRJo/s320/ricepaddyflowers+057.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In Japan , not all rice is white or brown ... There are 1,500 varieties that come in your choice of rainbow colors., which makes for an exciting cereal diversity. &amp;nbsp;My biggest decision is what shape to buy ... fat, pearl, thin or flat, &amp;nbsp;as they all have a different &amp;nbsp;texture.... Decisions .. Decisions !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagine your child going on a &amp;nbsp;seasonal &amp;nbsp;field trip to plant rice.. What fun!!!! I want to don a pair of &amp;nbsp;shorts and &amp;nbsp;a &amp;nbsp;hat and slosh my bare feet around the wet rice paddys too. ( Ha Ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Each rice seedling is &amp;nbsp;carefully, hand planted &amp;nbsp;into the mud, &amp;nbsp;to ensure that it stands up securely, thus &amp;nbsp;protecting the tiny stems &amp;nbsp;from drowning in the water flooded fields. &amp;nbsp;Certainly this is a first hand education in understanding the work required to put a daily bowl of rice on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the whole season is the ZaaArt of &amp;nbsp;celebrationing this tiny sheath of green( rice) and nurturing it, &amp;nbsp;with the traditional &amp;nbsp;folklore songs, dances &amp;nbsp;and drumbeats of the heart. It's truly a tribute to nature !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-5590799544043236012?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/5590799544043236012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=5590799544043236012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/5590799544043236012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/5590799544043236012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2010/06/rice-spirit.html' title='&quot; RICE SPIRIT &quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/TBz9CoFEiVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/I0eCpn8pRJo/s72-c/ricepaddyflowers+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-5617281877372893730</id><published>2010-05-13T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T01:10:16.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME FOR A CHAT</title><content type='html'>It's Cherry Blossom season...and time to get back to the blogging... I have missed you all and decided that our chat sessions were way overdue. SO close your eyes and think of the most magical place you could visit. Where did you go ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/S-ukpaicgRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/E_nXIFv6AGs/s1600/Roslind%27s+Dolls+873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/S-ukpaicgRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/E_nXIFv6AGs/s320/Roslind%27s+Dolls+873.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Japan, imagine that!!!! I'm here too, enjoying the beauty of the Sakura trees &amp;nbsp;in full splendour. Every year the Japanese track the ' sakura zensen" cherry blossom front &amp;nbsp;as it moves northward. The blossoming begins in Okinawa, in January and typically reaches Kyoto and Tokyo at the end of March or beginning of April. A few week later &amp;nbsp;Hokkaido experiences the &amp;nbsp;transience of blossoms,"mono no aware", the extreme beauty and quick death of the Japanese cherry blossoms which &amp;nbsp;has often been associated with mortality &amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese eagerly await &amp;nbsp;the forecasts and gather in large numbers at parks, shrines and temples with family and friends to hold flower viewing parties. &amp;nbsp;It is a sight to behold.. definately &amp;nbsp;the stuff that dreams are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hanami" festivals &amp;nbsp;celebrate the beauty of the cherry blossom and for many it's a chance to have a relaxing picnic under the shade and beauty of the cherry tree... &amp;nbsp;I love this reverent celebration of nature, where households, poets, artists, singers and all people gather 'en masse ' to &amp;nbsp;breath in , an enduring metaphor for &amp;nbsp;the ephemeral nature of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sakura is an omen of good fortune , an emblem of love &amp;nbsp;and represents the regalia of Spring. I'm keeping my eyes closed so that all the cherry blossoms can flutter and &amp;nbsp;flurry, on and around me for one more day. &amp;nbsp;It's &amp;nbsp;a glorious experience....That's the "ZaaArt" of &amp;nbsp;enjoying nature here in Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-5617281877372893730?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/5617281877372893730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=5617281877372893730' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/5617281877372893730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/5617281877372893730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-for-chat.html' title='TIME FOR A CHAT'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/S-ukpaicgRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/E_nXIFv6AGs/s72-c/Roslind%27s+Dolls+873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-9210888622803136927</id><published>2010-03-30T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:40:16.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MATARO DOLLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/S7Kf9H1R4FI/AAAAAAAAANg/qytZNdNm3ng/s1600/IMG_1302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/S7Kf9H1R4FI/AAAAAAAAANg/qytZNdNm3ng/s320/IMG_1302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Traditional crafts of Japan are mainly made by hand . It takes many years to acquire the techniques &amp;nbsp;and skills associated &amp;nbsp;to what is known as &amp;nbsp;a traditional craft product. &amp;nbsp;Recently , I have &amp;nbsp;been attending &amp;nbsp;Mataro Doll classes &amp;nbsp;studying the &amp;nbsp;traditional making of Mataro dolls and the Palace ball craft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The " Goten Mari" &amp;nbsp;was a ball originally made with silken threads. During the edo &amp;nbsp;Era &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (1600-1867), ladies &amp;nbsp;in noble household throughout the country enjoyed making and playing with these balls. As a result, this ball came to be know as " Goten Mari" or the " Ball of the Palace".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a 10 cm round &amp;nbsp;round ball &amp;nbsp;molded with clay and &amp;nbsp;deeply etched with &amp;nbsp;a specific design that you cover &amp;nbsp;with fabric and paste into position. All the seams are folded &amp;nbsp;and overlapped into &amp;nbsp;carved spaces, thus, &amp;nbsp;creating a perfect geometric ball of beauty. &amp;nbsp;It is the first &amp;nbsp;requirement before attempting the &amp;nbsp; Mataro Doll, which is one &amp;nbsp;Japan's most &amp;nbsp;celebrated traditional &amp;nbsp;crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/S7KmxLl1tiI/AAAAAAAAANo/Z7sj8YPZAcA/s1600/IMG_1244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/S7KmxLl1tiI/AAAAAAAAANo/Z7sj8YPZAcA/s320/IMG_1244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kanabayashi Mataro, Master DollMaker shares "Zaa Art" of this 100 plus year old tradition by training and certifying &amp;nbsp;craft people in the superb, ancient techniques of creating &amp;nbsp;Japanese Dolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-9210888622803136927?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/9210888622803136927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=9210888622803136927' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/9210888622803136927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/9210888622803136927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2010/03/mataro-dolls.html' title='MATARO DOLLS'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/S7Kf9H1R4FI/AAAAAAAAANg/qytZNdNm3ng/s72-c/IMG_1302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-159158722978949649</id><published>2010-01-30T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:35:48.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"EAT DRINK AND BE MERRY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/S2TikJqL70I/AAAAAAAAANY/D44yoV2NEdQ/s1600-h/IMG_9982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/S2TikJqL70I/AAAAAAAAANY/D44yoV2NEdQ/s400/IMG_9982.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eat , Drink, be Merry and celebrate" Bonenkai", in Japan. It literally translates to " forget-the-year" which means, "partytime", &amp;nbsp;for the &amp;nbsp;weary &amp;nbsp;Business workers and friends. &amp;nbsp;The gathering is usually held in a restaurant and rallies &amp;nbsp;the usual consumption of finger food and alcohol. Some people cheer, while other cringe at the thought of the 'Japanese drinking party".. It's a time when the &amp;nbsp; media &amp;nbsp;, sends out warnings, &amp;nbsp;about drunk obnoxious women( Ha Ha) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonenkai is an end of the year bash and whether you drink or not, it would be impolite not to attend, &amp;nbsp;In Japan, you do not pour you own first glass, so, it's hit and miss as to whether or not &amp;nbsp;your going to get gingerale. It's also &amp;nbsp;polite, to &amp;nbsp;lift your glass in an, " receiving ritual" to say thank you to your host, who is usually the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many customs in Japan , and as, it is impolite to pour your own glass of water, spirits or any liquid, &amp;nbsp; you are at the mercy of the very &amp;nbsp;kind Japanese, who never allow you to have an empty glass. If you want to stay sober and make it to the New Year, the trick is to not drink your drink, keep your glass full &amp;nbsp;or "what the heck", join the rest of the people under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there is a " NO drinking and driving", imprisionment &amp;nbsp;law, in Japan. For the most part the people adhere to the rules and obligingly take the subway or pile into one of the hundreds of Black Cat Taxis' that line the streets of the downtown area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During "Bonenkai", it's not only the giggling &amp;nbsp;women, but the the &amp;nbsp;men, who become a great source of entertainment, &amp;nbsp;as they stumble through the doors &amp;nbsp;swerving down the alleyways, in the general direction of home.&amp;nbsp;In one instance, I couldn't help but chuckle as an elderly gentleman and his friends were herded home like little lambs, at the end of a wives stick..( Ha ha) &amp;nbsp;and she didn't spare the rod. ( Hee Hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness :Bonenkai" &amp;nbsp;the &amp;nbsp;" woes and trouble" of last year &amp;nbsp;are behind us . It's time to start &amp;nbsp;2010 with renewed vim and vigor.. Oh Oh..Oh No... not another party!!! "Shinenkai"( Welcome New Year) begins on January 10th &amp;nbsp;through to the &amp;nbsp;end of the month. SO "akemashite omedetou gozaimasu"&lt;br /&gt;Have a "Happy New Year", my friends... Remember ' ZaaArt of &amp;nbsp;keeping &amp;nbsp;the glass full on the table. Wishing you all a healthy and prosperous party.. &amp;nbsp;I mean , New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-159158722978949649?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/159158722978949649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=159158722978949649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/159158722978949649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/159158722978949649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2010/01/eat-drink-and-be-merry.html' title='&quot;EAT DRINK AND BE MERRY&quot;'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/S2TikJqL70I/AAAAAAAAANY/D44yoV2NEdQ/s72-c/IMG_9982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-3344133914483435519</id><published>2009-12-17T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:20:48.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;AUSTRALIA bound for the holidays... &amp;nbsp;I wanted to wish you all , a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SypMPRo6GZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/00LVnLJjATY/s1600-h/IMG_9905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SypMPRo6GZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/00LVnLJjATY/s400/IMG_9905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;See you in January 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-3344133914483435519?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/3344133914483435519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=3344133914483435519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/3344133914483435519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/3344133914483435519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SypMPRo6GZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/00LVnLJjATY/s72-c/IMG_9905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-4019567323969865481</id><published>2009-12-09T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:28:05.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAYING WITH ANGELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sx_QBbC8GtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eTt5bSX7EgI/s1600-h/IMG_9789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sx_QBbC8GtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eTt5bSX7EgI/s320/IMG_9789.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"There's no place like home for the holidays." I'm so glad to be back. It seemed my one month &amp;nbsp;excusion turned into a three month &amp;nbsp;adventure with no computer access. However, I ended up with anew passport, &amp;nbsp;and a new baby &amp;nbsp;Grandson, &amp;nbsp;Bodhi , so we're calling him our Christmas Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am of course very fond of all angels big and small, fat or thin, real or otherwise. SO when the opportunity came &amp;nbsp;to &amp;nbsp; create around that theme, I donned my imaginary wings and flew into my rather messy &amp;nbsp;tatami room. Beginning a project is always a chore and also a revelation of creative energy. I had been &amp;nbsp;baking earlier in the day utilizing &amp;nbsp;paper doilies for &amp;nbsp;cake &amp;nbsp;display purposes for afternoon tea, when "bing" a light came on in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Since childhood, I had seen &amp;nbsp;doilies folded and &amp;nbsp;tied with pipecleaners to create a 3-d angels, so I commenced staring into the lovely raised eyelets of the perforated paper. &amp;nbsp;In minutes I was tearing, turning and gluing the doily which ultimately ended up in &amp;nbsp;fragmented and formless pieces all over the table.&amp;nbsp;" Now what", I thought to my self... " Now what do I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I decided to just let the spirit take over with the paperdoll form. So what you see is what you get when you play with the Angels... I really don't even remember " &amp;nbsp;zaa art' of &amp;nbsp;painting her rosy little cheeks and lips... Actually I do believe the little cherubs &amp;nbsp;had a hand in that. They're always into my make-up brushes .... &amp;nbsp;when they get caught, of course, they BLUSH !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-4019567323969865481?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/4019567323969865481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=4019567323969865481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/4019567323969865481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/4019567323969865481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/12/playing-with-angels_09.html' title='PLAYING WITH ANGELS'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sx_QBbC8GtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eTt5bSX7EgI/s72-c/IMG_9789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-6389306606406340118</id><published>2009-09-05T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:52:01.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIMONO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SqKOmtM0pgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EJhEFQIuLj4/s1600-h/Kurume+pictures+629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SqKOmtM0pgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EJhEFQIuLj4/s320/Kurume+pictures+629.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Airing out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;kimonos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;as well as her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;is never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;enough" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Chiyo-ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(1703-1775)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Haiku always inspires me, with it's inner &amp;nbsp;wisdom.&amp;nbsp;After&amp;nbsp; reading&amp;nbsp;Chiyo-ni's&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; beautiful haiku, &amp;nbsp;I entitled this commissioned ATC " Kimono". The words and collage &amp;nbsp;seem to share the same Asian essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In the early 17th century , ' airing out' was done in the summer to prevent kimonos , books and scrolls from being eaten by insects and mold .&amp;nbsp;This woman would have most certainly been frustrated living&amp;nbsp; within the&amp;nbsp;feminine restraints of the Edo society. Still she is graceful and humble in her approach to everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Creating from collage and haiku posed a few problems for me. I kept wanting to&amp;nbsp; add more embellishments to this card... but ZaaArt of&amp;nbsp; listening to one's" inner self ' dicatated that less was more in this creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-6389306606406340118?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/6389306606406340118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=6389306606406340118' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6389306606406340118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6389306606406340118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/09/kimono.html' title='KIMONO'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SqKOmtM0pgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EJhEFQIuLj4/s72-c/Kurume+pictures+629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-1061231164498948681</id><published>2009-09-04T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:46:48.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMELESS HAIKU</title><content type='html'>I am always encouraged&amp;nbsp; by the gentle prose of Haiku.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is my ATC entited ' Butterfly"&amp;nbsp; which is beautifully illustrated through the ancient haiku of&amp;nbsp; ' Kaga no Chiyo".( 1703-1775)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiyo-ni &amp;nbsp;is considered one of the foremost&amp;nbsp; women haiku poets of Japan . She studied under two masters, who themselves, apprenticed with the great&amp;nbsp; male poet, Basho, who &amp;nbsp;ironically had &amp;nbsp;set down rules that forebade male haiku poets from befriending female haiku poets. History does have a sense of humour... Today, most Haiku masters are respectfully women !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;" A Butterfly--&lt;br /&gt;What dream&lt;br /&gt;is making your wings flutter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SqE4uLRpUhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fHoasNSGTRE/s1600-h/Kurume+pictures+634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SqE4uLRpUhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fHoasNSGTRE/s320/Kurume+pictures+634.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;" Butterfly --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;you also get mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;some days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;" What the butterfly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;wants to say --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;only this movement &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;of its wings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is one of&amp;nbsp; four new ATC's &amp;nbsp; commissioned and set to Haiku prose... &amp;nbsp;ENJOY !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-1061231164498948681?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/1061231164498948681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=1061231164498948681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1061231164498948681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1061231164498948681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/09/timeless-haiku.html' title='TIMELESS HAIKU'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SqE4uLRpUhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fHoasNSGTRE/s72-c/Kurume+pictures+634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-8752925693915406447</id><published>2009-08-21T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:00:43.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washi Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperarts.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='card'/><title type='text'>ARTIST TRADING CARDS</title><content type='html'>ATC addiction is real.. It's sweeping the world with images and expressions of comraderie and connection... Two years ago , I didn't even know what an ATC was... Since joining, " Flickr" and "Fantasticflatpaperdolls", a whole new world has opened up in the realm of artistry and finding like minded friends.. Isn't the &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372644269002101170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 404px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/So93f0ZokbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OdK_XbNZTpk/s400/Kurume+pictures+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;internet a marvellous tool? ' "Enlighten" ( above) and " " Caught "( below) are an example of two of my ( traded) ATC's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I joined, two more groups... "Roses On My Table" and "The Sum of All Things" ..... As if I didn't already have enough to do ( Ha Ha). The fact is&lt;br /&gt;these little pieces of work are theraputic to my creative soul. It just feels good !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean who would have thought that a 6cm X 9cm card would become a such craze. The cards are produced in various media( pencils, pens, markers, etc) wet media ( watercolor, acrylic paints etc.) paper media( in the form of collage, papercut, found objects etc.) They are usually traded rather than being sold. What an exhilerating exchange of artistic freedom.. KAAZAM !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubs, trading sessions and online mailart communities have largely replaced the original concept of trading cards.( eg,Baseball cards)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372636957830708322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/So9w2QKifGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xdJxDEd8Lb0/s400/Kurume+pictures+325.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Besides being a great hobby.. ATC's have become an iconic expression for existing artisans and wouldbe artists, who can hone in on their creative abilities, while sharing and learning from the experts. It's a great way keep intouch with the artistic community and enjoy classes online or locally or abroad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, I have friends as far away as Budapest, Finland, Sweden, Britain and of course Canada/ Japan... and we all have one thing in common ... ZaaArt of creating. It's amazing how a small pleasure such as making a trading card can create such a big space in the heart of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-8752925693915406447?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/8752925693915406447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=8752925693915406447' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8752925693915406447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8752925693915406447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/08/artist-trading-cards.html' title='ARTIST TRADING CARDS'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/So93f0ZokbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OdK_XbNZTpk/s72-c/Kurume+pictures+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-3035225221973188042</id><published>2009-08-17T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:22:09.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POET</title><content type='html'>Pottery Hunting...Yes I'm fanatical about artists and their artistry... Last week-end we travelled just outside Yufuin, where I knew there was a great gathering of open market antiques. Come rain or some shine , the pots withstand the &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370899553133740242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SolEr_TXQNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/caFSiCoSgZc/s400/Kurume+pictures+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;weather, in the humidy of a Japanese summer. Needless to say, I was lanquishing amid the rainy mist that was falling. Much to my dismay, I was really, too hot, to appreciate the kalidescope of beautiful pottery that lay before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the dust ridden shop I went, sneezing and wheezing into every corner and platform of the antique shanty . Goodness, there was a millenium of rare&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370899903880517650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SolFAZ76WBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dcKU46lCJ1A/s400/Kurume+pictures+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt; collectibles, too many to even see past, into the sunlight. Really I wanted to sit amongst them and revel in all the treasures, but heat exhaustion dictated...." "Get ye into an air conditioned car". Yes ma'am I replied and stepped out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait a minute ", called a little voice..."Just wait one minute"! I hestitated, turned, looked in both directions and THEN gazed down to the earthen&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370894410228616258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SolAAofOzEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aG8MUOH8Qfs/s400/Kurume+pictures+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt; floor... BEHOLD ... a beautiful poet, handpainted on glass, lay peeking out from amongst a pile of old papers and debris. It was love at first sight !!! She, was an early 1900 piece of art, just waiting to write a haiku for the new world ... Lucky Me !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm just loving the ZaaArt of her presence. It's sort of an East meets West connection ...Deja vu. ... I'll buy the pottery next time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-3035225221973188042?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/3035225221973188042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=3035225221973188042' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/3035225221973188042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/3035225221973188042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/08/poet.html' title='THE POET'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SolEr_TXQNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/caFSiCoSgZc/s72-c/Kurume+pictures+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-6780960747505087382</id><published>2009-08-03T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:22:35.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHT SPRITE</title><content type='html'>While tiding up the tatami room I happened across alittle paper fairy, that I had created for Kittie Kelly's " Artful Paper Doll " group. She was woefully stashed in amongst my paperdoll collection in the deep dark closet... Oh Dear !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365949229907749042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SneuZQNuqLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bnVjpfxDHJ0/s320/Roslind%27s+Dolls+568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With busy schedules, we artists sometimes forget our little muses and heap tons of burdening chores etc. etc over our creativity... It's so sad. I pulled her from the basket, closed my eye and fondly REMEMBERED, my fairy muse's name. It was " Light Sprite".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never really thought about taking on the fairy role but gee, " Why not ? I giggled as I set to work creating myself as a flying entity . "Where do I begin ?"and " What materials do I use ?"and GOSH ... What is her personality like?" I mean, I was re-creating myself, into the fairy persona... so there were many question to be answered . Yes, I was talking to myself.. AGAIN ( Ha ha ) Do you ever do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took weeks to creatively connect with my little fairy muse . In a transformational gesture , I decided that fairies have to be comfortable within themselves ....Sooooooo, I applied a petal pink fibre over the original template of the body, hoping that she would take on that warm fuzzy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365948597840604722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Snet0dlLbjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/riDYHXihvXU/s320/Roslind%27s+Dolls+550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every daydream, I could feel this child-like innocence staring in an array of soft colors. Hues of pinks and purples and green floated like bubbles all around and then popped me back into reality. My little fairy muse was taking form as I secured the last of four heart shaped brads to her delicate body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This project truly moved me..I wanted " Light Sprite to have heart and soul . I wanted her to greet each morning with a twinkle in her eye and a smile in her heart. I wanted her to be happy, light and free to take flight into this awesome world of ours. Last, but not least, I wished for her to be curious and to possess alittle glimmer of mischief, lest she get lost in a dark closet again and lose faith in her creative existence. ..SO ...Miss " Light Sprite", there you go ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung her in the fairy window at the front of the house, so that she could see the bustling of everyday life happening ... The dogs barking the children playing and my neighbour meticulously tending his bonsai tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is such patience in my fairy muse and such an amazing grace that pulls us through the darkness of our everyday lives into the windows of reality. Although " Light Brite" is only a figment of my imagination, she is ZaaArt of imagination that keeps me creating as an artist. Thanks, "Light Sprite" .... May the force be with you all ,as you find your own . sweet, fairy within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-6780960747505087382?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/6780960747505087382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=6780960747505087382' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6780960747505087382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6780960747505087382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/08/light-sprite.html' title='LIGHT SPRITE'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SneuZQNuqLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bnVjpfxDHJ0/s72-c/Roslind%27s+Dolls+568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-6368432830753326617</id><published>2009-08-03T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:31:57.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S IN A DOODLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sna2XlkI6pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MOiIRFicN80/s1600-h/ATC+DOLLS+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365676522395462290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sna2XlkI6pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MOiIRFicN80/s320/ATC+DOLLS+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO all you beautiful people. It's so nice to be back into the sweltering humidity of Japan . I missed chatting with you. So , Hi , Hello and WELCOME to those of you who are currently reading this page. Thank You for sticking around my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lately , I've been doing alot of doodling on phone books, magazines, spare pieces of paper or anything that happens to lay itself in front of me... It seems that I'm making a very undignified mess .&lt;br /&gt;I've been doodling since childhood, but lately, I'm starting to wonder why !!! Lots of people scribble away absent- mindedly and often these doodles carry a great deal of meaning especially for an artist. Sometimes it's a great source of inspiration for serious artwork. So why do people doodle and what do doodles mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a species that is constantly engaged in productive activity. I believe that&lt;br /&gt;laziness is a sure recipe for extinction of the species, so doodling must be an act of preservation... Right !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, humans are naturally akin to using our hands, scanning the horizons with our eyes and walking great distances. So we fidget, twitch, fiddle and doodle, whenever we are forced to sit still for any length of time. Don't you think that doodling is a natural outlet for frustrated artistic expression... It's just plain old healthy to doodle and create something meaningless and  not especially beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the ATC that I've posted. This was an artistic ATC assignment, complete  just a few days before I left for Canada. I was so frustrated and actually fragmented, with so little time to wrap up so many projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't turn my head off  so I engaged in a moderate activity with my pencils ,colors and paper. I also, had limited visual vocabulary and basically worked with the instincts of my inner child. YES ..I reverted back to childhood, recollecting shapes, form, texture, infact anything that was at my most primary level. With a major in psycology, I knew that theses shapes and colors had significant meaning. So I did a self- art therapy analysis on myself to see just what kind of  mental shape I was in when creating these ATC's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy face ( circle) represents infinity. Circles have no ending or beginning but evolve symbolically as the (whole) universe.( That's good) The rectangular body symbolizes earth or ground, ( stability) hopefully that means my feet were still grounded while awaiting lift off of the Air Canada 747.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women often doodle flowers, which simply indicates, a love of nature and sometimes a childlike innocence or wishfulness. It's definately a feminine, passive aspect of the universe. So far , I'm normal ( Ha Ha) except for the very unorganized sqiggles etc. etc... In the context of doodling, color is generally that of which ever pen you have your hand. However I did color in the shapes so let's see what color associations they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED represents power, physical energy and passion or it can indicate anger or anxiety. Is this what you call seeing red? ) PINK denotes love friendsh&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365652500060722114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SnaghTZOU8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OOEV5Hb-wXI/s320/ATC+DOLLS+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ip, compassion and relaxation. Pink is symbolic of a gentle emotions and emotional unions. It's much less intense than red. I think the red and pink balanced one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK BLUE indicates stability, strength and security. Super Woman ( Hee Hee) It also denotes, depression, moodiness, impulsiveness and changability. Quess, I was alittle moody !!!! YUP !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea-green and blue represents the water and ocean that I was anticipating crossing and green is regarded as a restful color suggesting well-being. Maybe I wasn't as distressed as I thought( Wishful thinking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did place the ATC's on a black background and of course the hair was black which analytically transpires into saddness and confusion. However there were those lovely doodled hearts that saved my eternal being by expressing my sincere romantic disposition( Tah Dah). Hearts are usually drawn by people who are in love. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZaaArt of self- analysis is a pretty touchy subject but sometimes a critical look at what page your standing on, helps an artist turn over a new leaf... forward HO !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-6368432830753326617?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/6368432830753326617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=6368432830753326617' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6368432830753326617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6368432830753326617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-in-doodle.html' title='WHAT&apos;S IN A DOODLE'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sna2XlkI6pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MOiIRFicN80/s72-c/ATC+DOLLS+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-9030213363207123464</id><published>2009-05-07T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:25:26.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washi Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dolls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>BLOSSOM FAIRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SgO1N0dhYNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4ArJ3cF_Lxs/s1600-h/Student+Graduation+595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333305632762192082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SgO1N0dhYNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4ArJ3cF_Lxs/s400/Student+Graduation+595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "Lusty Month of May " is over but the season of the blossoming 'Camelot" has just begun. Today, while wandering through my garden, I realize the many gifts of nature that I've taken for granted and am inspired to give thanks by creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a way, this little Blossom Fairy  is just one of the many ways inwhich a creative soul can give back to Mother Earth's generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am humbled at this time, as I leave Japan and return home to Canada for awhile. I will  miss my modest little garden and the many unassuming, fragrant blooms that have greeted me with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ever time I see flowers, I feel happy and often relate to that good old seventies term, "Flower Power".  Nature just seems to work in harmony with our creative being .   It's quite possible that our creative consciouness does not create itself , but rather is influenced unconciously, by spontaneous ideas and sudden flashes of nature. Artistically, we record our feelings on paper and call it art. I like the idea that nature and creativity become one energy of expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fairy Blossom" (above) is my creative outpouring of  the Cherry Blossom  season here in Japan. The season is just too beautiful for words , so as an artist, I do try to recreate  the ethereal flora of the environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan's indigenous religion," Shinto" has taught me  'ZaaArt" of 'great love and reverence for nature".  The 'Kami" or balance and harmony are enrichening gifts that I carry in my heart across the ocean for the summer months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-9030213363207123464?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/9030213363207123464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=9030213363207123464' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/9030213363207123464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/9030213363207123464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/05/blossom-fairy.html' title='BLOSSOM FAIRY'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SgO1N0dhYNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4ArJ3cF_Lxs/s72-c/Student+Graduation+595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-2336376413795448848</id><published>2009-04-11T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:00:45.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRINGTIME SAKURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SeE47sfJb0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IGXDjgzAp8g/s1600-h/Roslind"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323598832733876034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SeE47sfJb0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IGXDjgzAp8g/s320/Roslind%27s+Dolls+1003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who's ready for Spring? ... MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, that I'm jumping up and down, clicking pictures of everthing insight...Of course, in Japan, one must ask for permission, to take a picture of another person, so, I'm gingerly sitting on my hands, to stop them from going ' snap , snap .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my "Springtime Sakura" Doll. She's one of four , washi creations, that will be on display, at the Kitakyushu, Doll Exhibition, during the month of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Springtime Sakura", is a small doll that I have secured onto a hanging board, for decorative purposes. She's a highly respected Oiran Lady who would have a garden filled with spring flowers to honor the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a March baby, so Springtime has always been a special time of the year ... Spring is like opening birthday presents .. It's a sense of joy that can only be harmonized with nature . It's like walking in the melting ice, with a hole in your boot. It's like breathing in the euphoric air, that's filled with the scent of the Easter Lilies.. It's like seeing a kalidescope of colors dancing through the ground as the tulips and daffodils blossom and break forth . Spring is like being reborn..I love it !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's no wonder, that everyone is noticing, my over exhuberant attitude. Even my doll Sensei and the Japanese ladies are laughing at my spring fever, antics... OK .. so I made cream puffs for last weeks, class... They were " Yummy Calories ", that I'll probably wear off , running around the Doll Exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very honored, to be part of this Japanese Artisan Showing  ... Needless to say, Zaa Art of taking pictures needs alot of practise so I'll take two camera's instead of one.( Hee Hee) Just incase I run out of film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-2336376413795448848?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/2336376413795448848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=2336376413795448848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/2336376413795448848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/2336376413795448848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/04/springtime-sakura.html' title='SPRINGTIME SAKURA'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SeE47sfJb0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IGXDjgzAp8g/s72-c/Roslind%27s+Dolls+1003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-8394491673337861664</id><published>2009-04-09T04:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:36:18.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTERTIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sd3ciqxwK4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Z20LdQ0bmP4/s1600-h/Roslind"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322652822778424194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sd3ciqxwK4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Z20LdQ0bmP4/s400/Roslind%27s+Dolls+786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of the garden after the rain; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hope to my heart comes singing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" At morn the cherry blossoms will be white, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And  the Easter bells will be ringing!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Written by: (Edna Dean Proctor : Easter Bells) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing the blessing of Eastertide to all my special friends... Please enjoy the 'Zaa Art " of the Springtime .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-8394491673337861664?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/8394491673337861664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=8394491673337861664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8394491673337861664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8394491673337861664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-eastertide.html' title='HAPPY EASTERTIDE'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sd3ciqxwK4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Z20LdQ0bmP4/s72-c/Roslind%27s+Dolls+786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-1976738449505434550</id><published>2009-04-08T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:52:22.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAKURA, SAKURA</title><content type='html'>A&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sd1WJGqO-rI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kdNB7S81bI4/s1600-h/Fred+and+Joan+Japan+522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322505049028360882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sd1WJGqO-rI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kdNB7S81bI4/s320/Fred+and+Joan+Japan+522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pril is " Cherry Blossom" season in Japan . It's a mezmerizing time , when an ethereal pink hue takes over the hills and countryside. I have been so in awe of the beauty that I've snapped over 500 pictures. Today, I remembered a song. "Sakura, Sakura", is a traditional Japanese folksong from the Edo period,depicting Spring and the season of cherry blossom in Japan. It was first composed for children playing the "koto".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sakura, Sakura"&lt;br /&gt;Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,&lt;br /&gt;On Meadow-hills and mountains&lt;br /&gt;As far as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a mist, or clouds?&lt;br /&gt;Fragrant in the morning sun.&lt;br /&gt;Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in full bloom&lt;br /&gt;Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,&lt;br /&gt;Across the Spring sky,&lt;br /&gt;As far a you can see.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a mist, or clouds?&lt;br /&gt;Fragrant in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Come now, come,&lt;br /&gt;Let's look, at last!&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to hear this song , please go to: &lt;a href="http://www.mamalisa.com/midi/sakura.mid"&gt;http://www.mamalisa.com/midi/sakura.mid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamalisa.com/midi/sakura.mid"&gt;sakura.mid&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322517037044279586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sd1hC5f9KSI/AAAAAAAAAII/OOHnR1d3n2I/s320/Roslind%27s+Dolls+897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamalisa.com/mp3/sakura.mp3akura.mp3"&gt;http://www.mamalisa.com/mp3/sakura.mp3akura.mp3&lt;a href="http://www.mamalisa.com/mp3/sakura.mp3"&gt;akura.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have the time to enjoy 'Zaa Art" of the season by taking a moment to stop and smell the blossoms. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-1976738449505434550?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/1976738449505434550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=1976738449505434550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1976738449505434550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1976738449505434550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/04/sakura-sakura.html' title='SAKURA, SAKURA'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sd1WJGqO-rI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kdNB7S81bI4/s72-c/Fred+and+Joan+Japan+522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-261102995754914409</id><published>2009-03-23T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:39:28.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LION BOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/ScdV6bTEtjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JeTh6rz7zSs/s1600-h/Roslind"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316312347382691378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/ScdV6bTEtjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JeTh6rz7zSs/s320/Roslind%27s+Dolls+635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It Birthday time in Japan. Four, out of five members of my immediate family celebrate their birthdays in March, so the Spring season often becomes one big PARTY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of my husbands' birthday gift. ' Lion Boy ", a character from the Kabuki Theatre. I thought it might remind of his youth and maybe, he would jump up and down and we could go dancing ( Yes, that's a good idea! ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kabuki is a blend of music, dance, mime and spectacular costuming. It has been the main theatrical artform in Japan for four centuries. "Lion Boy" is one of it's favorite characters. I had never made a male doll and thought it might be a fun project. WELL.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is that, we didn't go tripping the light fantastic, but the gift did make my husband smile . He really appreciated, that I made a male washi doll for him. ..SO  he took me for a week-end trip on his birthday and bought me a pearl necklace. .. HEY ..That's " Zaa Art " of Birthday Magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-261102995754914409?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/261102995754914409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=261102995754914409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/261102995754914409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/261102995754914409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/03/lion-boy.html' title='LION BOY'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/ScdV6bTEtjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JeTh6rz7zSs/s72-c/Roslind%27s+Dolls+635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-8405481078024783888</id><published>2009-03-09T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T05:56:59.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate treats for White Day'/><title type='text'>WHITE DAY TREATS</title><content type='html'>"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311420911571769874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SbX1LY7RGhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bxVILy6FbrY/s320/Student+Graduation+455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Romancing the chocolate" is unique in Japan. Recently, I received, some " White Day " gifts ... OH, how lucky am I ... but I wondered, "What is White Day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember, only Japanese men receive gifts on Valentine's Day... How sad for the ladies, but never fear for there is gallant hope here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1978 , the Japanese National Confection Industry declared that Japanese women should also receive gifts of chocolate love. So, they originated the celebration of " Marshmallow Day" on March 14th, one month after our Valentine's Day. WELL ... marshmallows gave way to delicious, white chocolate and the day was soon transformed into, " White Day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man received a " honmei-choco" , chocolate love, or " Giri-choco", chocolate, given by a female co-worker on February 14th ,then he would be expected to return the favor to the lady, who incidently, may have bought 20 to 30 chocolate boxes for distribution around the office. ..That's alot of male admirers !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this approach to Valentine's Day is something that department stores and confectionary shops promote and look forward to because of the potential sales that it generates. Really, it's a win/ win situation for everyone. .. I mean, if you don't love chocolate , put up your hands!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's take this one step further .... The gifts, for " White Day , are sometimes termed as "sanbai gaeshi" ( literally ,"thrice the return") so whatever a man buys for the lady , should be two to three times the cost of the original gift that he received.... Sounds good to me.( Ha Ha) ... Chocolates, china, lingerie and jewlery seem &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SbYpQqBVs0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/GQ8L-y_vhUA/s1600-h/Student+Graduation+457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311478176664630082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SbYpQqBVs0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/GQ8L-y_vhUA/s200/Student+Graduation+457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the most popular ..(CHA-Ching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your an English teacher,( like me) you might be lucky enough to receive a " tomo-choco", sweets for a friend.... I enjoy sweets and I adore receiving gifts, so I will gladly accept 'ZaaArt" of giving from the Heart on White Day. .. M-M-M-M- M- This chocolate is yummy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-8405481078024783888?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/8405481078024783888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=8405481078024783888' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8405481078024783888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8405481078024783888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/03/white-day.html' title='WHITE DAY TREATS'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SbX1LY7RGhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bxVILy6FbrY/s72-c/Student+Graduation+455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-7276858047170593953</id><published>2009-02-26T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:59:18.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAKATA  DOLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sad8D7Bq9mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1zY7fKOEiDc/s1600-h/Dolls+and+sunrise+jan16+325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307347092705572450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sad8D7Bq9mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1zY7fKOEiDc/s320/Dolls+and+sunrise+jan16+325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kasuga, my wonderful new/old Hakata Doll. She's an antique ceramic that weighs alittle over 5 pounds. Her unusual hair color and intricately designed kimono are breath-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drinks tea in the elegant ceremonial fashion. It is a happy day for her. See, how gracefully, Kasuga poses her hands...Beautiful !!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of creating Hakata Dolls varies amongst masters and families, who are recipients of the art technique traditions, that span many centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakata doll makers procure their own clay ( tsuchi) locally. The dolls are named, after the area inwhich the clay has been found. In this case Hakata-ku, Fukuoka prefecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-owner cared meticulously for this Hakata Doll. I  was fortunate enough to receive the artists' signed signature plaque, plus a wonderful, old, rusty carrying case, inlaid with silk padding.  Thank You !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure of the exact date of this doll, nor the artists' name, although it seems to say, Tatumi/Tatsumi. Japanese is  a  symbolic language, often it seems, that the written name or story is interpretive or not exactly understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter ... for in true fashion, Kasuga, is ZaaArt of a Master Hakata Artisan...whoever he may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-7276858047170593953?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/7276858047170593953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=7276858047170593953' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7276858047170593953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7276858047170593953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/02/hakata-doll.html' title='HAKATA  DOLL'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/Sad8D7Bq9mI/AAAAAAAAAHY/1zY7fKOEiDc/s72-c/Dolls+and+sunrise+jan16+325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-7854452499167916762</id><published>2009-02-20T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:37:24.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo: from 2009 Himawari'/><title type='text'>NO LOVE STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SZ5y2GbQc_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NO6LwrARjWg/s1600-h/japanxmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304803684852462578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SZ5y2GbQc_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NO6LwrARjWg/s400/japanxmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Valentine's Story for Japanese Women... It's true !!!&lt;br /&gt;Being a romantic , I decided to use my ESL, English Class for a sweet romantic interlude of learning .. .. games, puzzles, valentines, stories and poems , all stamped with a big red heart, spelling FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and wife duo, needed to practise their conversational english and writing skills, so I asked them to write a love note to one another, paste it on a Valentine card, then exchange and discuss their thoughts together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALERT ... It was suddenly a very delicate situation and very apparent that showing affection was taboo. Anyways ,ONLY men receive chocolates on Valentines day in Japan .. It's part of the business plan, to encourage goodwill toward, future business endeavours. Goodness.. so much for reciving a heart shaped box full of yummy chocolates. Strike One in the history of romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, how about Valentines, my friend? ... "No, we do not exchange Valentines," he calmly replies. THUMP ...There was dead silence... Suddenly, a screaming cry resounds ... " I buy you a Valentine and chocolates every year." ... "You buy me nothing," she complained. Oh, Oh ... Is this Strike two in English 101?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH !!!! I was starting to feel alittle stressed and very saddly out of my culture. Needless to say there was alot of conversational english going on. There was also, lots of emotional expression (SOB) and complete sentences with alot of periods and exclamation marks at the end. Was I in the middle of a relationship crisis? No.. It was just stellular English Comprehension and Grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely marvelled at their ability to ask one another questions. ..And even ( blush) clapped when each one used the appropriate english in a statement... Their vocabulary was excellent. AHHHHHH, I thought, listen to the wonderful continuity of their tones...Up and down.. and soft and loud... HMMM They are learning how to express themselves.. Good work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK .. Talking is over... They stayed overtime to write a note to one another, cut, paste and exchange Valentines for the first time in their lives. YES ... There is a lesson to this story. All the ESL and Love was not lost ... They actually walked out the door smiling and holding hands... BRAVO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My male student, even decided that for Valentines Day, he would drive his wife to the bus, to spend the night with her girlfriends .. to drink Beeroo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems , that ZaaArt of Love's Labour is alittle lost, romantically, in the Asian translation, but moving forward...slowly, in the English Department&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-7854452499167916762?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/7854452499167916762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=7854452499167916762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7854452499167916762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7854452499167916762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-valentines-story-for-japanese-women.html' title='NO LOVE STORY'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SZ5y2GbQc_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NO6LwrARjWg/s72-c/japanxmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-1401043366910170053</id><published>2009-02-11T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:17:45.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HINA MATSURI DOLLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SZLxnFo4JdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lhouK9RHdBU/s1600-h/Dolls+and+sunrise+jan16+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301565365199316434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SZLxnFo4JdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lhouK9RHdBU/s320/Dolls+and+sunrise+jan16+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Springtime is a coming and with it the Hina Matsuri celebrations.  The most important dolls of the season are the tachibani " standing hina,  emperor and empress  or the  Dairi-bina, the seated royal pair, who are featured in most of the  festive displays around Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two little doll( left) are approximately 5 inches tall, including the stand. Their heads are made from a cotton Q-Tip and the bodies from  hard cardboard tubing, the size of a quarter in diameter. It was fiddly work , because of the tiny size. Tweezers where needed to secure the embellishments such as the ribbon, fan and hat onto the dolls. I was really amazed at how delightful I felt when I had finished... Tah Dah !!!! Now I only have  twelve more figures to make to complete the set... WHEW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Girls' Day Festival ( March 3 ) was established in 1687 and is perhaps one of the most celebrated in Japan.  A few days before the festival, mothers and daughters take out their Hina and arrange them on a red cloth . Sometimes this includes a tiered seven step display with the Emperor and Empress at the top, followed by  three ladies serving sake,  five or ten musicians, two guardians with weapons and three servants. Toy trees and semi-precious stones, representing a dowry such as carts, chests etc) may also be included.  In the Western world, we build Victorian Doll houses and enjoy a casual tea party . In Japan, Hina Matsuri represents, the cultural requirements of manhood and womanhood. It comes with a wish for marriage and a warning not to leave the display up too long, lest the marriage be delayed.   So ZaaArt  of making dolls and drinking tea is much more culturally exotic here in Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-1401043366910170053?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/1401043366910170053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=1401043366910170053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1401043366910170053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1401043366910170053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/02/hina-matsuri-dolls_11.html' title='HINA MATSURI DOLLS'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SZLxnFo4JdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lhouK9RHdBU/s72-c/Dolls+and+sunrise+jan16+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-3683553268868410797</id><published>2009-01-09T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:30:24.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WASHI BABY</title><content type='html'>It's the first class of the year and of course I had to create the New Years' Baby. I've called her 'Rini" meaning " little bunny " in the Japanese language.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289291076092497506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SWdWNbgjDmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DGOqa5k8FEQ/s320/Roslind%27s+ATC%27s+423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;" Oh rabbit on the moon, What are you leaping for? I shall leap, I shall leap soon, at the large full moon". ( &lt;a href="http://www.mamamlisa.com/"&gt;http://www.mamamlisa.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289291069014876562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SWdWNBJHIZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_Td6FLN58es/s320/Roslind%27s+ATC%27s+414.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yes, I sing when I create. Tra-La-La... but, I just couldn't help noticing, that this little dolly seemed to be crawling all over the place, getting stuck in the glue, rolled up in the cottons strips and tangled in the wire, which was a hefty 20 guage. So, I stopped singing and concentrated on the work at hand. ( Focus)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289291067383297474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SWdWM7EHNcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Qb8m9nPCq1A/s320/Roslind%27s+ATC%27s+395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Creating Baby was a challenge with all the teeny, tiny poses to chose from. I bent the wire this way and that way, crushing the washi garment to feel and see some authentic form. However, this little cherub was really testing me, but don't all children. They're all basically, a divine work of art in one form or another. Rini was no different.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289291059606778386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SWdWMeGC8hI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gsngQNO2LsE/s320/Roslind%27s+ATC%27s+382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There seemed to be  alot of giggling, ooing and cooing going on as this tiny spirit evolved and was transformed into an ( almost live) Washi baby.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289291058734317266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SWdWMa2CPtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DfdFUy9_LJc/s320/Roslind%27s+ATC%27s+367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Suddenly, I started to laugh... because, the best thing about this wee one, is ZaaArt of not having to change diapers. She's already potty trained.. So , I call her my " Miracle Baby".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-3683553268868410797?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/3683553268868410797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=3683553268868410797' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/3683553268868410797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/3683553268868410797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-s-first-class-of-year-and-of-course.html' title='WASHI BABY'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SWdWNbgjDmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DGOqa5k8FEQ/s72-c/Roslind%27s+ATC%27s+423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-7797189905661693318</id><published>2009-01-05T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:43:11.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOOTHPIC GEISHA</title><content type='html'>So , I'm in a restaurant watching people picking their teeth, but they are covering their mouths. It's a custom here in Japan. My food arrives and I pull my chopsticks out of a beautifully folded rice paper envelope and there I spy a toothppic Geisha. HMMM ..I love it. Well I search the net looking&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287976482891839250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SWKqmCNjNxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LhCFBZ7SbT8/s320/Roslind%27s+ATC%27s+341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;for instructions. I asked my friends for help, but none of them know anything about these little lovelies. So I started experimenting with the washi paper and toothpics.. I never knew that there were so many different kinds of toothpics. Well there are fat ones, round ones, skinny ones, short and tall ones. I'm stumped, but not defeated. A year passes and I stumble across a little shop in the Kokura market and quess what I find? The perfect toothpic.( Doesn't take much to excite me.) It's five cm long and has a circular nick around the top part of the pic. Now, I'm happy..... It took alot of practise but ,Tah Dah ... I'm creating my own little Toothpic Geisha's. Infact , they have become my New Years' inspiration for a "Paperdoll Craft Book" that I'm working on ...No , I don't pick my teeth with them . Toothpic Geishas are fiddly, but in ZaaArt world, time and patience is what it's all about. There's no paper stuck between my teeth..( Ha Ha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-7797189905661693318?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/7797189905661693318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=7797189905661693318' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7797189905661693318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7797189905661693318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/01/toothpic-geisha.html' title='TOOTHPIC GEISHA'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SWKqmCNjNxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LhCFBZ7SbT8/s72-c/Roslind%27s+ATC%27s+341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-6940878858137339522</id><published>2009-01-01T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:38:16.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crane Lore</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286272424824034162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVycwzOUU3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/F4cQzO34R1s/s320/Roslind%27s+ATC%27s+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever wondered what to do after a Christmas dinner ? This year we made Origami Cranes for the New Year celebrations. Of course some people were better at the folding than others, especially in Japan where they learn paper crafts at an early age, in kindergarten. Surprise, surprise, we had alot of fun doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Asia, the crane is know as the " bird of happiness" and is often referred to as, thee , 'Honorable Lord Crane"... Myths tell of a legendary warrior who conquered his foes, to heroically, extend the borders of ancient Japan, and upon his death, his soul took the form of a crane and flew away. ( I'd love to illustrate this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A 12th century legend, tells the story of Yorimoto, who attached labels to the legs of the cranes and requested that the people who captured the birds, record their location, put it on the label and then re-release the birds. This was a very early program, of bird banding.( Amazing isn't it) Infact some of Yorimoto's birds were claimed to have still been alive several centuries after his death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Ha Ha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet , another, 12th century, myth retells the tales of Kakamura, a Feudal Lord who celebrated a Buddhist festival . After a successful battle, he freed many cranes, as a thanksgiving gift . Each had a prayer strip on it's leg, to convey a special prayer for those, killed in battle. This appears to be the first recorded association of the crane with celebration of peace and prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inevitably, the cranes reputation for a long life and prosperity, has became a symbol of good health. Origami cranes have become a popular pastime and a special gift of offering.. So far I've made one hundred small cranes for an origami mobile.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286272432922504962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVycxRZJLwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zM6_-pOB1uo/s320/Roslind%27s+ATC%27s+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I would like to hang it in my new/old Canadian house as a fond remembrance of Japan. It will symbolize the ZaaArt of being Happy and at Peace during 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-6940878858137339522?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/6940878858137339522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=6940878858137339522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6940878858137339522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6940878858137339522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2009/01/crane-lore.html' title='Crane Lore'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVycwzOUU3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/F4cQzO34R1s/s72-c/Roslind%27s+ATC%27s+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-4892009041212000671</id><published>2008-12-24T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:12:26.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Me to You'/><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVMl5h7bAkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wAGHSRi1RXQ/s1600-h/Kim"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283608458126099010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVMl5h7bAkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wAGHSRi1RXQ/s320/Kim%27s+night+Osaka+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Christmas day here in Japan... One day ahead of those of you in western Canada and the United States. The turkey is cooking, the lights are twinkling and the champagne is chilling. Our guests arrive at 6:30 for their first Christmas Supper. There are no rice balls, deep fried pork pieces, noodles or mackeral on the menu. We're eating with forks and knives instead of chopsticks and the wine glasses are twice the size of the normal asian glasses. Instead of the many, small, individual dishes, there is only a dinner plate and a salad plate and the napkin goes on your lap, thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We say a prayer before dinner, instead of ringing a bell and sing Christmas carols after supper, instead of climbing a mountain. Yes, traditionals are very different. Christian beliefs are not followed in this part of the world. The Japanese celebrate New Years . So ZaaArt of eating turkey off the bone with mashed potatoes, turnip and cranberry sauce will be a completely new experience for all . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-4892009041212000671?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/4892009041212000671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=4892009041212000671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/4892009041212000671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/4892009041212000671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/12/turkey-bone.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVMl5h7bAkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wAGHSRi1RXQ/s72-c/Kim%27s+night+Osaka+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-6360452283427365651</id><published>2008-12-22T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:12:45.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY FOR  LIGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVB5kSlkWeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K9Doc55h0Fo/s1600-h/Kim"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVB5kSlkWeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K9Doc55h0Fo/s1600-h/Kim"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVB5kSlkWeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K9Doc55h0Fo/s1600-h/Kim"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282856027277253090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVB5kSlkWeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K9Doc55h0Fo/s200/Kim%27s+night+Osaka+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking for Christmas in Japan... I seem to be wandering around the streets at night trying to catch a glimspe or glimmer of the festive spirit. I think it's a Western thing !!! In Canada, I made my own decorations, poured rum on the traditional fruitcake and toughed it out in the blistering, zero below temperatures, to select just the right Christmas tree. Suddenly, I've discovered fibre-optics and developed an Eastern mentality for the excitement of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a five foot glistener in my Tatami room, a three foot, fibre-optic fairy tree in the hallway and a fibre-optic, giggling, jiggling Santa, in the livingroom window. Oh and did I mention, the 200 or more outdoor twinklers that blink on and off, for the curious neighbours. Yes, I've gone crazy for lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Japan is an electronic world. They do n&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVB5k1kMagI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UOkVehZ7iCk/s1600-h/christmas+lights+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282856036666731010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVB5k1kMagI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UOkVehZ7iCk/s200/christmas+lights+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ot celebrate Christmas but do partake in cookies and New Years' festivities . The effect of the electrical displays are the same around the world... It's magical. In Maigaoka, if I'm not listening to Christmas Carols, I'm hanging around local alleyways, snapping picture of neons lights and experiencing ZaaArt of plugging into the season. Merry Christmas to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-6360452283427365651?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/6360452283427365651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=6360452283427365651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6360452283427365651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6360452283427365651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazt-for-lights.html' title='CRAZY FOR  LIGHTS'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SVB5kSlkWeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K9Doc55h0Fo/s72-c/Kim%27s+night+Osaka+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-2912435125771239811</id><published>2008-12-21T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:13:05.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATC GEISHAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SU8t34gS_yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BKsh_DOP3SU/s1600-h/Family+Sherman+Scans+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282491326012784418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SU8t34gS_yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BKsh_DOP3SU/s200/Family+Sherman+Scans+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ATC's are always a challenge for me... Flower Blossom #1 and #2 were a swap project for a friend in Germany. I was alittle worried that they might get damp in the mail, due to the humid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question was..Do I or don't I seal them with Hodge Podge? Washi paper is so much more porous and absorbant than most papers. It was a big decision, especially since I had &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SU8t4Jcp2eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T8BQ4JtRbgk/s1600-h/Family+Sherman+Scans+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282491330560907746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SU8t4Jcp2eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T8BQ4JtRbgk/s200/Family+Sherman+Scans+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;worked for many days on the dollies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck, I took the challenge and this was the result... Two glossy Washi dolls. They look alittle too stiff and unnatural for me .. So I chalked it up to ... A lesson well learned... Apple Blossom #1 and Apple Blossom #2 are very unique ATC's, but in ZaaArt of Washi Paper, " Natural is Best".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-2912435125771239811?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/2912435125771239811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=2912435125771239811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/2912435125771239811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/2912435125771239811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/12/atc-geishas.html' title='ATC GEISHAS'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SU8t34gS_yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BKsh_DOP3SU/s72-c/Family+Sherman+Scans+204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-7529445142687733850</id><published>2008-12-17T02:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:13:42.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEBANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280704284871239506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SUjUkZeiJ1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/2_h-WI3l-z8/s320/Kim%27s+night+Osaka+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my friend Yoko invited me to her Ikebana show. As a sensei, of Ikebana many of her students had created beautiful floral designs that were on display in the Riverwalk area of Kitakyushu. I love flowers, so naturally, I was excited to a&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SUjUBXofe9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/spl76BA2eNo/s1600-h/Kim"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280703683080715218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SUjUBXofe9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/spl76BA2eNo/s200/Kim%27s+night+Osaka+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ttend. I have included afew pictures that I hope you will enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ikebana was first introduced to Japan in the 7th century by Chinese Buddhist missionaries, who had formalized a ritual, offering of flowers to Buddah. It is an artform based on the harmony of simple linear construction, the appreciation of the subtle bea&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SUjUQNWVXGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9iE1D35cTYQ/s1600-h/Kim"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280703938018237538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SUjUQNWVXGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9iE1D35cTYQ/s200/Kim%27s+night+Osaka+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uty of flowers and natural material( branches and stems) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In it's highest form, ikebana is spiritual and philosophical in nature. In modern Japan , it is practised, as a sign of refinement. I quess , I have a lot to learn, because in ZaaArt of floral arranging, I use way too many flowers .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-7529445142687733850?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/7529445142687733850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=7529445142687733850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7529445142687733850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7529445142687733850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/12/ikebana.html' title='IKEBANA'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SUjUkZeiJ1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/2_h-WI3l-z8/s72-c/Kim%27s+night+Osaka+186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-3818608567834119665</id><published>2008-12-07T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:29:24.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Features</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STy6MyaS4xI/AAAAAAAAADk/sYuwsF5PFNo/s1600-h/Fujitests+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277297592224637714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STy6MyaS4xI/AAAAAAAAADk/sYuwsF5PFNo/s320/Fujitests+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember Yoko from the November 23 post... I just thought you might want to see the differences(below) in the hairstyles and kimonos. Please do ENJOY ZaaArt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-3818608567834119665?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/3818608567834119665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=3818608567834119665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/3818608567834119665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/3818608567834119665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/12/comparing.html' title='Age Features'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STy6MyaS4xI/AAAAAAAAADk/sYuwsF5PFNo/s72-c/Fujitests+214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-1248532062439781484</id><published>2008-12-07T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:14:12.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cho Cho Belt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STyzE2Qp5-I/AAAAAAAAADc/cTJ8crv1oQg/s1600-h/Fujitests+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277289759237597154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STyzE2Qp5-I/AAAAAAAAADc/cTJ8crv1oQg/s320/Fujitests+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new creation admires herself . This is Sachiko, who is willfully vain about her age, her looks and her new position in life. She is afterall a teenage Washi Doll, who is much more sophisicated than her sibling sister doll, below, ( see November 23rd post). You might say Sachiko has attitude. Everyone will know how old she is, by observing her long hair and flowing Kimono sleeves. If you listen carefully , you'll hear her whispering to herself, " Mirror mirror on the wall. Who's the fairest of them all ". Hey Sachiko, that isn't a Japanese Haiku !!! How will I ever get her away from the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest enjoyment while working on the teenage doll was the hair styling and the obi belt. Washi paper is so flexible and user-friendly. This particular tied bow shape is called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'cho cho'&lt;/span&gt; because the bow resembles a butterfly, thus giving it the name, butterfly obi. I just love making them. Doesn't take much to get ZaaArt all aflutter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-1248532062439781484?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/1248532062439781484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=1248532062439781484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1248532062439781484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/1248532062439781484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/12/cho-cho-belt.html' title='Cho Cho Belt'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STyzE2Qp5-I/AAAAAAAAADc/cTJ8crv1oQg/s72-c/Fujitests+222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-5966824532847461555</id><published>2008-12-06T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:09:57.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collage Sheets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STs9m5ui62I/AAAAAAAAADE/2BHsErO6W0g/s1600-h/Roslind"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276879126935038818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STs9m5ui62I/AAAAAAAAADE/2BHsErO6W0g/s200/Roslind%27s+Kyoto+No.2+Nov+30+2008+234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new collage sheets are here... I'm so excited. Look at all the wonderful beauties awaiting their destiny as cards and art projects. I found these ones at &lt;a href="http://www.tuscanrose.com/"&gt;http://www.tuscanrose.com/&lt;/a&gt;. She has a wonderful selection of collage sheets, tranparencies, rubber stamps and scrapebooking materials at a very reasonable price. They arrived so quickly that I added her to my bloglist if you are interested: &lt;a href="http://www.ramblingrose.typepad.com/"&gt;http://www.ramblingrose.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt; . It's quite interesting reading. Right now, it's time to get started on some new cards. How will I ever decide on ZaaArt picture.? I'll post it soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-5966824532847461555?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/5966824532847461555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=5966824532847461555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/5966824532847461555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/5966824532847461555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/12/collage-sheets.html' title='Collage Sheets.'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STs9m5ui62I/AAAAAAAAADE/2BHsErO6W0g/s72-c/Roslind%27s+Kyoto+No.2+Nov+30+2008+234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-4106615449777854293</id><published>2008-12-04T01:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:17:31.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STiSe1S4UII/AAAAAAAAACc/lC-bjFUr5QI/s1600-h/Roslind"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276128021864534146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STiSe1S4UII/AAAAAAAAACc/lC-bjFUr5QI/s200/Roslind%27s+Dolls+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STej1f23WdI/AAAAAAAAACE/m4FMMK0mKL0/s1600-h/Roslind"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275865627967838674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STej1f23WdI/AAAAAAAAACE/m4FMMK0mKL0/s200/Roslind%27s+Dolls+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fantastic Flat Paperdolls is a creative group that I participate in. The themes vary according to the season of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular month was "costumes". While most participants dreamed of Marie Antoinette and her lusty gatherings..I was quite content to get right down creative with the traditional Geisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some geometric origami paper that I loved and a small piece of stretchy gold cord in my 'Fluffy Bag" . Good start , I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic form of the doll is easy .. It's  like tracing the shape of a wine bottle for the shoulders and following it all the way down. Then I trace a circle, the size of a bottle cap for the head, glue it onto a paper post for the neck and reshape the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creating the face is always a challenge for me, so I got out my historical Japanese art books... There were so many interesting faces and eye shapes... I chose a less than perfect face, because , when I look at the people in Japan, I do not see perfection. There  is a  real individual characterization in the various facial features and positioning of the eyes here in Japan.  So, this paperdoll looks very similiar to an authenic Geisha beauty from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to incorperate some of the traditional body embellishments in the hair styling which I made from rolled black paper. While she is not perfect... She is an experiment in the beginning styles of a Japanese PaperDolls ..ZaaArt way. Her name is Ming Lee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-4106615449777854293?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/4106615449777854293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=4106615449777854293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/4106615449777854293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/4106615449777854293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/12/paper-dolls.html' title='Paper Dolls'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/STiSe1S4UII/AAAAAAAAACc/lC-bjFUr5QI/s72-c/Roslind%27s+Dolls+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-6785998800663148340</id><published>2008-11-28T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:47:16.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZaaArt Bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SS-7XWJBdoI/AAAAAAAAABs/pulBjNn5s8Y/s1600-h/Roslind"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273639698428950146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SS-7XWJBdoI/AAAAAAAAABs/pulBjNn5s8Y/s200/Roslind%27s+Dolls+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SS-7JjZHX5I/AAAAAAAAABk/aIMPPalIiE4/s1600-h/Roslind"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273639461467938706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SS-7JjZHX5I/AAAAAAAAABk/aIMPPalIiE4/s200/Roslind%27s+Dolls+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Sakura, my latest Paperdoll with a twist, in her obi. Instead of making the conventional Kimono, I decided to venture in to the realm of east meets west. Sakura's obi looks more like a couture design from the ZaaArts' fashion world... A bow instead of an obi ... How does that work? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many rules that govern the wear of a Japanese kimono and obi. I humbly apologize to those purist in the name of ' Creativity" . I just can't seem to follow conventional rules all the time. But as you can see Sakura is very gracious and the ZaaArt couture Bow does wonders for her ever evolving image. I personally like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some two hundred rules were at one time established for the kimono, dictating such things as combinations of colors. Even today, only certain colors are considered acceptable for certain times of the year depending upon the season. While all these purist rules have turned many people off, there is a new movement to re-introduce the Kimono as regular wear. That means making the kimono and obi more wearer friendly . So, I quess ZaaArt Bow may be acceptable after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-6785998800663148340?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/6785998800663148340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=6785998800663148340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6785998800663148340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/6785998800663148340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/11/washi-paperdoll.html' title='ZaaArt Bow'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SS-7XWJBdoI/AAAAAAAAABs/pulBjNn5s8Y/s72-c/Roslind%27s+Dolls+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-7935190279342426705</id><published>2008-11-26T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:05:29.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATC WASHI CARDS</title><content type='html'>Cherry Blossom#3 :&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SS5EerJUl5I/AAAAAAAAABc/kXPGnva2Slk/s1600-h/Fujitests+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273227507466016658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SS5EerJUl5I/AAAAAAAAABc/kXPGnva2Slk/s320/Fujitests+279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is an example of my ATC Washi, Geisha Card. Each is an individually made doll using Washi paper. You can choose from such a wonderful variety of colors and designs.  This one has butterflies and blossoms with gold embosted fans and backgrounds . It so delicate and beautiful to work with .. Cherry Blossom, as I call her  has long flowing Crepe paper hair and holds a cherry blossom sprig  in her hand. She is one of a series of 3 Cherry Blossom ATC's . She was personally made for my friend Suzee Q.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-7935190279342426705?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/7935190279342426705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=7935190279342426705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7935190279342426705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/7935190279342426705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/11/atc-washi-cards.html' title='ATC WASHI CARDS'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SS5EerJUl5I/AAAAAAAAABc/kXPGnva2Slk/s72-c/Fujitests+279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-8863728220092770863</id><published>2008-11-25T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:53:09.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SSwDNxlD3oI/AAAAAAAAABU/eAPZogi1gpM/s1600-h/Fujitests+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272592798925971074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SSwDNxlD3oI/AAAAAAAAABU/eAPZogi1gpM/s320/Fujitests+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-8863728220092770863?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/8863728220092770863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=8863728220092770863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8863728220092770863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/8863728220092770863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/11/living-doll_25.html' title='Living Doll'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SSwDNxlD3oI/AAAAAAAAABU/eAPZogi1gpM/s72-c/Fujitests+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-5339418483984768476</id><published>2008-11-25T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:11:06.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Doll</title><content type='html'>Kannon giggles with excitement. At seven years old, she is ready to celebrate in the tradional 'Girls' Day " Festivities. It is a special time , when Japanese Families honor and support the beauty and glory of young daughters growing into life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's Day is a celebrated tradition, inwhich little Japanese girls, don time-honored kimono's, much like their adult mother's, adorned with the precious accessories. Colorful Kimonos, matching zori shoes, obi belts , complete with a fan tucked in and beautiful hair embellishments, all add to the excitement of this much anticipated day. I was so honored that my friend Hiroko, brought her beautiful grandaughter to my house on her special  day. It was an honor to witness,  ZaaArt of youthful  beautiful !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-5339418483984768476?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/5339418483984768476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=5339418483984768476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/5339418483984768476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/5339418483984768476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebrating-seven.html' title='Living Doll'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-3000557322058800061</id><published>2008-11-23T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:08:57.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing With Washi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SSpQlfXH6AI/AAAAAAAAABE/bcbTu0KQQg0/s1600-h/Fujitests+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272114918794455042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SSpQlfXH6AI/AAAAAAAAABE/bcbTu0KQQg0/s320/Fujitests+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Keiko, my latest creation. I'm so pleased with her and funnily enough, her ball... I had so much fun, tearing, rolling and compressing the cotton into a circle. It took me, nearly thirty minutes of playing around with that little old ball of cotton. The colored washi strips were pre-cut earlier and then were carefully positioned around it . I then, sealed the colored edges with a tiny dot of gold, washi paper. It's all the little embellishments that take the time and are the most fun to create. Keiko is dressed in a traditional Kimono basically the same as an adult's Kimono, except that it is perhaps more colorful. She wears her hair in a traditional bob and is ready for her first Girl's Day Celebration in March. ZaaArt of growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-3000557322058800061?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/3000557322058800061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=3000557322058800061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/3000557322058800061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/3000557322058800061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/11/playing-with-washi_23.html' title='Playing With Washi'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SSpQlfXH6AI/AAAAAAAAABE/bcbTu0KQQg0/s72-c/Fujitests+214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-9131321919011200892</id><published>2008-09-23T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:35:15.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washi Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washi Doll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese Culture'/><title type='text'>WASHI DOLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SNjC9HszhYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oAUvsxmJF4Q/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249159720995095938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SNjC9HszhYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oAUvsxmJF4Q/s320/IMG_1462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a fine example of a &lt;strong&gt;Washi Doll&lt;/strong&gt; created by an ancient paper folding and gluing technique. This particular beauty was a gift from my Dollmaking Sensei in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that paper is paper is paper, but I'm wrong. All paper  has varying characteristics of texture , weight, and color. Washi paper  is very unique. After handling and working with it's flexible nature ,one naturally begins to feel that there is some kind of communication or  ' Contact" happening between the natural fibres of the washi and the artisan, who is  creating the doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washi  Paper is handmade from the bark fibres of three Japanese shrubs.  ' Gami", "Kozo"(Mulberry) and "Mitsumata", which all grow naturally across Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master craftsmen utilize ,stencils, woodblocks and silkscreens to create exquisite patterns that resemble oriental textiles.  The paper  has a soft, pliable nature that accomodates the expressive, three dimensional shapes of the  Washi Doll. It's a pure delight to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every part of this Washi Doll is cut, shaped and folded by hand. My biggest challenge is getting to know the nature of the paper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-9131321919011200892?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/9131321919011200892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=9131321919011200892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/9131321919011200892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/9131321919011200892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/09/washi-doll.html' title='WASHI DOLL'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mojNoFBAIr8/SNjC9HszhYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/oAUvsxmJF4Q/s72-c/IMG_1462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877272385351409161.post-4560519002822495810</id><published>2008-09-22T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:11:29.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaa Art Is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK&lt;/strong&gt;, so I'm a self -indulged, creative fanatic... semi-retired and living in Japan. I've had a thing for paper since childhood. My mother was always met at the door with a song, dance and a story, complete with a full cast of &lt;strong&gt;paperdolls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, my husband is the one who walks over the scraps, pencils, paints and paper. He smiles and says, Where's the paper, DOLL? I say, ' Honey, &lt;strong&gt;ZaaArt &lt;/strong&gt;is here on my blog for everyone to see and ENJOY!!!! He sighs with relief knowing that all my creativity is online instead of on the livingroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan has had a long love affair with paper and paper fibre arts Currently I'm studying with a Washi Doll Master learning the art of Washi paper and 3- dimensional Washi Dolls. It's a journey into a very special culture that shares many exotic and ancient gifts. &lt;strong&gt;ZaaArt&lt;/strong&gt; postings will include &lt;strong&gt;Paperdolls, Washi Dolls, ATC Trading Cards, and various art mediums and creative adventures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're invited to journey with me through Lotusland and &lt;strong&gt;ZaaArts&lt;/strong&gt; of my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877272385351409161-4560519002822495810?l=zaaart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/feeds/4560519002822495810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877272385351409161&amp;postID=4560519002822495810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/4560519002822495810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877272385351409161/posts/default/4560519002822495810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaaart.blogspot.com/2008/09/zaa-art-is-here-honey.html' title='Zaa Art Is Here'/><author><name>Zaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00200864540547799033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--bIfQ0Ci3hI/TXcZGVbfm9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/SgXevwU3gng/s220/3520800853_f71cd58e02_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
