Always Be Closing If You Want The Knife Set

The first time I'd ever laid eyes on a piece of art by Takashi Murakami was in Seoul, South Korea. I couldn't read Korean, so I didn't know his name at the time. They had Hiropon, My Lonesome Cowboy, and some of the DOB balloons on display. It was the first time I'd liked an artist without some history textbook telling me it was okay to enjoy his or her work.

I snapped up a bunch of the plastic figurines Murakami sold in convienence stores while I was in Japan. Unfortunately, my Hiropon model got smashed to bits when I shipped it from Osaka to Winnipeg.

Thanks to ebay, I might be able to replace that...statuesque statue. In order to create more leverage for any Murakami figurines that pop up in the future, I've started selling off a bunch of first edition books and hardcovers.

I went from being the guy with his nose pressed up against the store's plate glass window to a small (really, really, small) time wheeler and dealer: capitalism is groovy, baby. Thank you Mr. Murakami and ebay!