Kenjiro Okazaki Silence is proof of being one. Calling out is a consequence of distance. The sparkle of stars that reflect each other, these workings of reflection, are called heart. Shape of clouds shape of pigeons shape of vomiting breath shape of tongue, the sigh that appeases the rough waters disturbs the lull. A place that is surrounded by a crown of woven palm leaves.

Takuro Someya Contemporary Art