Shuzo Takiguchi

Released silhouettes flow incessantly like water, flow between mountains swiftly like a kaleidoscope. The solitude of  the North Pole bustles with human silhouettes. Endless transmission of  ABC. On the shredded shore a silk hat burns like a mirror trick, like a human echo burns a silk hat endlessly. Then the flames were received like ABC. On the night of a beautiful lunar eclipse the silhouettes smiled. Translated from the Japanese

The wind’s tongue. The always clear cobalt sky bit at your painting. In a prehistoric poster words doze like pebbles. A gallop of  feathers kidnaps the conversation between coarse ropes and wild beasts. You paint within a blinking birthmark the marriage of  heaven and hell faster than tying a ribbon in a mirror. Children’s playground. From some rolling balls one transparent ball flies off. I call it Miró. Translated from the Japanese