Winged insects carrying pollen, spreading rumors from flower to flower. You must be extremely careful when speaking of the fairies. I lean out the window over the flowers and sigh, “The fairies are mischievous, and can even have evil intentions.” Silly imaginings in my heart. And yes. I am made of the same materials as are dreams. Always asleep, I am really just a plain girl.
Now those are not the words of the birds. When the boy jumped down, I remembered that all the birds had flown away. One girl I do not recognize looks over this way, her eyes wide like saucers. She’s like a rose-colored fairy, this oft-rumored young lady. I didn’t know it at the time, but now I finally understand. All living things had been avoiding him. Lizards are ancestors to birds, they say, but I am an insect. And you. It’s all because you leave the windows open all the time that there were many little boys sleeping on my bed., 2007
Acrylic on canvas, two parts Contact Gallery
Left: 28 1/2 x 35 7/8 inches (72.4 x 91.1 cm)
Right: 71 7/8 x 99 1/4 inches (182.6 x 252.1 cm) © Kenjiro Okazaki. Courtesy the artist and Blum & Poe, Los Angeles/New York/ Tokyo.