Notes for retrograde.
Notes for drool.
Notes for propagation.
Notes for the song of dawn.
Notes for interpolation that allow tips to dream.
Notes for the slip of nightfall.
Notes for no face on a back.
Notes for eerie signals in a few seconds of blusters,
makes you tremble for a little, leaving them wide open and breathing in,
then when you breathe out, I take a note as a farewell, an anonymous waterfall.
You don’t look at me or rather you can’t look at me, you already took
a luminous path on the way home.
Good-bye. Squinting slowly to unfocus from the garish chandelier that was on
your head, another note for laying down on my bed, now you've left it’s lighter
than before. Whirling waves caught me, the depth in which someone had been
buried and forever is a total impertinence for your speed of time.
Babble like a bubble with a double, as though sounds from the deep are ascending,
the song of pirates who robbed notes from blended tones. How long does this last,
behind us time is revolving from our forehead to our toes, high tide and low tide on repeat. I’ll be there at morning when notes split blisters in cloudy days,
as you see the sky's the limit, it never ends so it's not the end.
An extract from "Short Notes" the collection of paintings and writings by artist
Hiromi Nakajima. With versatility as a communicator in evidence, her paintings
and writings betray a decolonised psyche witness to the most ribaldest
of mazes in which ideas are often torn into fragments. Red balloons float as
broken horse hooves ascend mountains spilling with lava.
Working in diverse media from delicate pen and ink to spray-painted
water colours, often creating impressionist Rorschach images. Occupying a
liminal space of translation where mountains can at once
metamorphose into anatomies of breath before our eyes.
These are images that are made quickly merging primary tints in the
patterns of mud, perhaps an attempt to catch a spirit in colour or to
stop the cool drift of forgetfulness. Her extensive poetry and
writings playfully engage with a range of subjects from fairytale
imagining to existential reflections all served up with
the hesitance of a 21st century subjectivity.
Artworks for sale:
“Is what you see what I see?”
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