Winter Drawing I

Flying Home

Notepad

Inner Glow

High Light

Christmas in America

Santa Claus Meeting Room

Fogged Up Patio II

Fogged Up Patio I

Nocturnal Visitor

Я помню ночь на склоне ноября.

Туман и дождь. При свете фонаря

Ваш нежный лик-сомнительный и странный,

По-диккенсовски-тусклый и туманный,

Знобящий грудь, как зимние моря...

-Ваш нежный лик при свете фонаря.

И ветер дул, и лестница вилась...

От Ваших губ не отрывая глаз,

Полусмеясь, свивая пальцы в узел,

Стояла, я как маленькая Муза,

Невинная-как самый поздний час...(ц.)

Sun Sets, I Print

He Is Japanese

Preserve

Visitor

Gray Rain and Yellow Thread

At Myrna's

Twice as Many Sunrises

Cosmic Egg

One egg's lower half transformed

And became the earth below,

And its upper half transmuted

And became the sky above;

From the yolk the sun was made,

Light of day to shine upon us;

From the white the moon was formed,

Light of night to gleam above us;

All the colored brighter bits

Rose to be the stars of heaven

And the darker crumbs changed into

Clouds and cloudlets in the sky. (c)

Steel Not Magnolia

Afternoon Walk, Mare

Morning Walk to the Office

Morning Coffee Walk, Stanford

Afterdessert

Ceramics Room

Three Chairs China Town

Focus Pocus

Beach Walk

Night Sky China Town

Wall of China Town II

Office Sunset

Vessel Critique

Wall of China Town

School Wall

Scraps

Under the Table

China Town Eagle

SF Underground

Rainy Stanford

Evanescence II

Evanescence

Two Tomatoes

Mirror, Mirror

Here is looking at you

It is possible that I am not making things, but rather just giving shape to emotional energy. Tokujin Yoshioka

Bio Chair II

Bio Chair

Brushed

Time to Cozy Up

Rememberence of Winter Past

“With constantly metamorphizing material such as water, or clouds or ice, or light on cellophane and similar materials, the infinity of forms and shapes, reflections and colors suggest all sorts and manners of emotions and tactile encounters and intellectual speculations that are supported by and formed by the material but which maintain an independent identity from which the photographer can choose what he wishes to express” M. White

Afterlunch