The good vibe
Woman Watched By the Moon
Here is a traditional Japanese print—yes, by me—featuring Haylie Noir, who has appeared in some of my most popular pictures. I doubt that this image will achieve comparable popularity: Almost by definition, Japanese art is understated to the degree that most people simply overlook it. Its appeal is whispered, almost subliminal. It is easily overwhelmed by the sound and fury of Western culture.
Irrelevant story: In 1995, I was shopping at the supermarket. An elderly lady spotted me, threw up her hands and shouted: “Judge Ito!” Now, in case you don’t remember, Judge Ito was the Japanese judge who presided over the O. J. Simpson trial.
I am not Japanese. Nor—and I’m pretty sure of this—had the woman any reason to believe that Judge Ito would travel 1,820 miles to shop at this particular supermarket, despite the fact that they were offering double coupons.
I will never understand this woman’s delusion. Anyway, the point is this: The story probably made you forget about the picture entirely, which is what you’d expect with Japanese art. But the beauty of Japanese art is that it doesn’t even care.
And neither do I.
And neither does Judge Ito.