Eternal orange sherbet
1999 Takayuki Kido
exhibited at "LOVE CRAZY Installation"
exhibited at "LOVE CRAZY Installation"
The basis of spring quiet sunlight, I and Koko are carrying out cycling of the country road. The roadside trees which became vivid green from right and left jut out a branch, and it is flowing by the face of Koko to which the tree leak day runs the left. Koko is laughing. Her mouth is opened greatly and it is laughing at it with all its strength defenselessly. The lump of a tree leak day flows away one after another, illuminating her freckles of the cheek. I am also laughing. It is very pleasant in why both persons are. Back Rigoletto's "a dear person's name" flows, and only the beautiful voice of singing fulfills the world of sound. The flower of blue, white, or pink blooms in a roadside, and the skillful color is oozing and making it air. Koko crouches down gradually with shaking her shoulder little by little. And if her face is lowered to a handle, it will look up at empty as hard as possible shortly. Then, a tree leak day flows again. I am the look which also resembled yearning and which is turned to God wrapped in a dazzling light, and gaze at it. Koko is laughing. I am gazing at it. Koko is still laughing. I am still gazing at it. Koko is still....
I begin to get angry suddenly. It begins to get angry like severe purple lightning which was torn and came out of thick ominous clouds! It is coldhearted very cruel feeling! Back, the climax of "Imagine" of Piazzolla! Then, I do logic and a limit of the morals, and it is blamed without reason as well Koko is put up! It is very common inner nature reality! It is irrational reason! It is the incumbent front of love! It is the red arm which was stickinessÅ@and which is live temperature and is each other interwoven with!
Then, rain falls from the sky. The sparse pattern of the rain extended lengthwise make the neighborhood gloomy completely. Koko is the flattened hair which got wet to rain, and is bearing the tear intently. Her mouth is tied, an eye is opened wide, and it sometimes winks to rain, and is still bearing intently. Then, my words lose the thorn of the rose one after another, soon, do not have a this top, either and become the soft just made marshmallow with which only a few is sticky. But Koko does not eat it easily. The mouth, not to mention it, is tied and it is refused stubbornly. Then, from the anger by regret of a degree, I grasp a brake tightly as hard as possible very much. My bicycle stops within a surprising braking distance. But Koko, the red bicycle of Koko runs away to a distance as it is. I see it off intently. It is seen off in the rain which became strong a little, without also carrying out my blink. Then, it is crossed in the middle distance with me and Koko with flapping unnecessarily awkwardly than usual because a cabbage butterfly was beaten by rain. Rain becomes still severer. The butterfly must go so that a moment may be early, too, and it may take shelter from rain under the row of trees. I have still kept standing the handle at a hand. Music has already stopped. The figure of Koko is not in sight any longer. Do you say what I should do with that?
If I go home, Koko is while a surely warm shower is being poured.
I begin to get angry suddenly. It begins to get angry like severe purple lightning which was torn and came out of thick ominous clouds! It is coldhearted very cruel feeling! Back, the climax of "Imagine" of Piazzolla! Then, I do logic and a limit of the morals, and it is blamed without reason as well Koko is put up! It is very common inner nature reality! It is irrational reason! It is the incumbent front of love! It is the red arm which was stickinessÅ@and which is live temperature and is each other interwoven with!
Then, rain falls from the sky. The sparse pattern of the rain extended lengthwise make the neighborhood gloomy completely. Koko is the flattened hair which got wet to rain, and is bearing the tear intently. Her mouth is tied, an eye is opened wide, and it sometimes winks to rain, and is still bearing intently. Then, my words lose the thorn of the rose one after another, soon, do not have a this top, either and become the soft just made marshmallow with which only a few is sticky. But Koko does not eat it easily. The mouth, not to mention it, is tied and it is refused stubbornly. Then, from the anger by regret of a degree, I grasp a brake tightly as hard as possible very much. My bicycle stops within a surprising braking distance. But Koko, the red bicycle of Koko runs away to a distance as it is. I see it off intently. It is seen off in the rain which became strong a little, without also carrying out my blink. Then, it is crossed in the middle distance with me and Koko with flapping unnecessarily awkwardly than usual because a cabbage butterfly was beaten by rain. Rain becomes still severer. The butterfly must go so that a moment may be early, too, and it may take shelter from rain under the row of trees. I have still kept standing the handle at a hand. Music has already stopped. The figure of Koko is not in sight any longer. Do you say what I should do with that?
If I go home, Koko is while a surely warm shower is being poured.