Kenjiro Okazaki
I find myself hoping he might not be there. Vishnu dreams, worlds take shape, evolve, dissolve in endless cycles. Yet equally hoping that he will be. He is there, swelling. Like a child born spontaneously from crevices, Vishnu lies upon causal ocean. From, 2024
Acrylic on canvas
164 x 91 cm (64 5/8 x 35 7/8 in.)