Kenjiro Okazaki
"Do you ever think about what might have been?" she asked, her voice trembling with unexpected emotion. It was a sunny morning towards the end of February. The garden was gay with spring bulbs, and she stood looking out of the window upon the bright scene with wistful lips. "I am not dead yet," she murmured. No bones were broken, but she had a cut on one side of her forehead., 2025
Acrylic on canvas
180 x 160 cm (70 7/8 x 63 in.)