Kenjiro Okazaki Et egredietur virga de radice Iesse, et flos de radice eius ascendet. And for all this, nature is never spent. Generations have trod, have trod, have trod. I got old. Landscape plotted and pieced - Off side of my thought? fold, fallow, and plough. / For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow. The world is charged with the grandeur of God. Whatever is fickle, freckled - And still - it blooms. who knows how? The light is calm. We were struck by the sudden appearance of yucca trees / The blossoms are not. Ring-a-ring o’ roses, come again another day. Praise him. The blossoms that remain are falling blossoms. That day, sunset seeing a butterfly fall. Nothing is so beautiful as Spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush., 2026 Acrylic on canvas
260.6 x 268.2 cm
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Et egredietur virga de radice Iesse et flos de radice eius ascendet. And for all this nature is never spent. Generations have trod have trod have trod. I got old. Landscape plotted and pieced - Off side of my thought fold fallow and plough.  For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow. The world is charged with the grandeur of God. Whatever is fickle freckled - And still - it blooms. who knows how The light is calm. We were struck by the sudden appearance of yucca trees  The blossoms are not. Ring-a-ring o roses come again another day. Praise him. The blossoms that remain are falling blossoms. That day sunset seeing a butterfly fall. Nothing is so beautiful as Spring - when weeds in wheels shoot long and lovely and lush. by Kenjiro Okazaki contemporary artwork Painting
Kenjiro Okazaki Et egredietur virga de radice Iesse, et flos de radice eius ascendet. And for all this, nature is never spent. Generations have trod, have trod, have trod. I got old. Landscape plotted and pieced - Off side of my thought? fold, fallow, and plough. / For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow. The world is charged with the grandeur of God. Whatever is fickle, freckled - And still - it blooms. who knows how? The light is calm. We were struck by the sudden appearance of yucca trees / The blossoms are not. Ring-a-ring o’ roses, come again another day. Praise him. The blossoms that remain are falling blossoms. That day, sunset seeing a butterfly fall. Nothing is so beautiful as Spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush., 2026 Request Price & Availability
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