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 ducks floating. Black rocks absorbed light. Was I all along born on the far shore? Cave pitch dark. Colors fade. Stretch out a hand. World already ended. Spread legs. Never to perish again. Only a presence - the subtle movement of air as someone searched. Solely ephemeral presence lingers. I remember who I am. Earthquake shook. Sun black as sackcloth. Moon like blood. Stars fell to earth, fig tree dropping unripe fruit. Sky split apart, mountains and islands moved. Kings, slaves shouted, “Hide us from the throne, from the Lamb's wrath.” Their day has come. I'm gonna faint!, 2024
Acrylic on canvas
260,6 x 268,2 cm (102 5/8 x 105 5/8 in.)
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