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
Acrylic on canvas
224 x 363,5 cm (88 1/4 x 143 1/8 in.)
Unique
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