From the Obsidian Room — an immersive piece where words dissolve into moving light.
Think of you and I smile in a second. Any cold, all turned from black to white — a cinematic poem of a furnace-light that never fades, ever hot.
Angels gather, sharing in birdsong; no words are needed, for all is sustained by song. A cinematic poem of an olive-tree paradise.
I flew down and alighted at your side. You who are no one's servant looked up at the dancing flight and saw a bright future — a cinematic poem after Yosano Akiko's Midaregami.
When the pinch comes, we climb side by side. A red and a white paper crane lift from the ridgeline into the sky — a cinematic poem of one glittering hour spent with a friend.
Grain upon grain, gathered without show, fills the storehouse and at last becomes a throne. A cinematic poem of a crown set quietly upon a throne amid the ripening ears.
Round the corner waits a tanuki of gold. Two tricksters face to face — and one says, 'You and I, we are the same.' A cinematic poem from deep in the woods.
Like shedding a kimono, all that is within spills outward. A piece set in an old sideshow hut — a device that recalls forgotten memories.
A memory of one encounter beneath a cherry tree that blooms all year. A cinematic poem from the Obsidian Room.