Kenjiro Okazaki
Lily gives scent. I walk this road because it drew me. The rose blooms. A branch bears no fruit unless it remains. The road is the vine; we are its branches. I have not seen rose-fruit, yet its thorn drew blood. The word was spoken. Then the bell struck eight., 2026
acrylic on canvas
63 × 51 3/16 × 2 3/4"
