The Blue of Independence
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Dates2024 - 2025
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Author
- Topics Fine Art
- Locations Ōsaka, Japan
I feel a certain aversion toward the act of being “loved.” In the past, I was able to perceive love, and even had the certainty of loving. Love was unwavering, and my impression of the sky and sea was of deep blue and cerulean. But at some point, the existence of “love,” intangible as it is, began to feel artificial. Love exists through faith, and happiness is found within interference. To me, the sky is gray, and the sea is leaden.
