Kenjiro Okazaki : Mettere a nudo / Aeon Muttered
Past exhibition
Overview
Installation Views
Works
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Kenjiro Okazaki, Heads poking out, a shape with lion body and man's head. A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun. Embankment crowded, a vast image troubles my sight. Everyone shouting, voices affectionate, half-crying. We're all gonna die. Darkness drops again. I heard duck, 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, But in truth, the first creatures were driven from the sea. They fled. That's why so many of us get seasick. A mudskipper crawled onto the beach, raising its head. "Look," he said, beholding the vast expanse. "Thousands of miles of flat nothing." Fish swim through water endlessly; no end to the water they swim. Birds fly through sky ceaselessly; no end to the sky they fly. There is no reason. We skipped the light fandango, though in truth we were at sea. She said, "I'm home" leaving for the coast. Darkness covered the empty earth; The Spirit hovered over waters. Let there be waters teeming with life, birds multiplying on earth. All that moves in sea and sky, each according to its kind, merely drifted through the world. Evening fell, then dawn broke., 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, A parrot in a coat arrived, collar golden as sulfur around the throat. Who dwells under the clothes? Having drunk from the eternal spring, I gain eternal green. The wise follow me. Though some stare into the nightingale's eye, I prefer sweet fruit. What the green trees offer for flowers - Could another prophet be found? The solid earth under the open sky, An array of calls, rainbow feathers abound, Birds hovering in the air, landing on branches, Raking desert sand on legs long and spindly. Like clouds unfurling on all sides The scattered commonwealth of innumerable wings Swiftly darkening the vast sky The clash of beaks and feathers Thundering, cascading upon the desert sands. No rising sun will set until the king arrives. The great archer aims the apple overhead. The rotting apple bursts and the people groan. Sounds of laughter, "Why so gloomy and sad?" The phoenix swooped down and said, "I don't care about the king, for his crown is but the shadow of my wings!" やってきたのはコートをきた鸚鵡 。緑より青く、喉には硫黄のような金の襟。服の下にいるのは誰? 永遠の泉を飲み永遠の緑を得た。賢い者はわれに従う。夜啼鳥の片目を見つめても わたしは甘い果実が好き。花のために緑の木がくれるもの、他に預言者はいる? 固くたしかな大地と、転がる空のはざま、さまざまなさえずり、色とりどりの羽根模様、すべての鳥たち、空中に浮かび、木の枝にとまり休む砂漠の砂をひっかくのは長い足 四方すべてから飛来する雲のようにひろがる 千差万別の翼の共同体 たちまち大空は暗くおおわれ 嘴と翼がぶつかりあう騒音 とどろく雷 滝のように砂漠に降下する 上った太陽は沈まない、王が現れるまで。頭上の林檎をねらう弓の名手 朽ちかけたリンゴは破裂し、 うろたえる人々、を笑う声、「どうしてそんなに青ざめ悲しむの?」と舞い降りたのはフェニックス。王なんてどうでもいいさ 王の冠はわたしの翼の影なんだから, 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, Do Not Imagine That I Read Novels/Queen Mary Psalter / It Is Really Very Well for a Novel, 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, Fish never rise to the water's surface during daylight, for the day is too frightening. At night,however,they venture to the boundary between water and air, where they can sense the moon, stars,wind,air,and the soft,ethereal whispers of plants. Nothing disturbs this underwater realm save for the fish.Reeds sway in the breeze, creating soft,flute-like sounds underwater. As night deepens,dew falls,making faint noises on the silent surface. Apart from these gentle disturbances, only the voices of insects can be heard. Leur incarnat léger, qu'il voltige dans l'air Assoupi de sommeils touffus.Aimai-je un rêve? —Stéphane Mallarmé, "L'Après-midi d'un faune" (excerpt), 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, Frost Below, I Wonder; Moon Above, I Ponder / Mais où sont les neiges d’antan?, 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, Holy Holly / 柊 / You're the Kind of Love I Had That I Never Thought There Was, 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, Morning Star, Son of the Dawn / Lucifer's Lucid Fear / Everyone Smiles as You Drift Past, 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, My stomach is growling. We're lucky. They say you always realize the terrible things after they've passed, like puddles after a typhoon. Our misfortune has been completely cleared away. The heavens somersaulted! I heard there's a short book that never ends, and although I haven't read it, I asked for a copy. Stories of bird horns, flying fish, seashells, and clay dragons started forming a chain in my mind like beads. But they kept swirling, and I couldn't get them out of my mouth. Half-dreaming, a green sandy plain spread out before me, and above my head was a deep, clear sky with a perfectly round, golden-colored full moon floating in the middle. It's not like there's nothing in the sky. Music comes from everywhere. The insects ' ensemble is a strange, buzzing sound between the rooms, among the grass, on top of the trees. Even the snakes join in, hissing and chirping harmoniously with the insects... Then, a sudden evening shower pours down, and now the whole garden is a puddle, with everyone swimming, diving, flapping their wings, and giggling., 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, Paravent avec des Pins sur la Plage / 浜松図屏風 / Ma Ligne de Chance Est Très Courte, 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, Shield of the Seen and Unseen / Tale of Tailless / البحر؟ في الزيتون زيت على نحصل كيف , 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, Take Her Sash, a Girdle of Green and Gold Silk / Þaȝ I Hade Noȝt of Yourz, Ȝet Schulde Ȝe Haue of Myn, 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, The aged fish cast a vast, faint shadow on the pond's bottom, its silhouette wavering like a mirage in the sunlight. The water's slight murkiness and the shadow's immensity rendered it imperceptible to the smaller fish, who swam on, oblivious to the ancient presence above. Daily, the old fish approached the shore, gazing skyward.It sampled the bitter earth, musing, “With time, I'll adjust.”It longed to scale the bank, envisioning the wonders beyond: distant mountains, rivers, and luminous nighttime cities. The mysterious terrestrial world beckoned, teeming with countless unseen marvels., 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, The Fingers Given to Touch With / תאנה הפנים את לכסות / Now Slightly Shy, 2024
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Kenjiro Okazaki, The place where Bee built its nest was somewhere that wouldn't interfere with humans and wouldn't be noticed by children. Bee toiled from dawn to dusk, indifferent to the world's happenings. One day, tragedy struck: Bee's nest was destroyed. Heartbroken, Bee wished to leave the nest. Bee envied a blooming rose's serenity. “You're lucky,” Bee said. “We're hated without cause.”Rose replied, “Your look explains why.” Ashamed, Bee gazed into a puddle. “Bizarre face―so this is a bee.” The sun smiled. Next day, the rose was gone,cut. Bee thought, “Fate treats all the same.”, 2024