Artwork by Masaki Hirokawa
Crucifixion
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All artworks are created entirely by hand, without the use of AI.
About the Work
In order to devote myself entirely to creation, I vowed to cast away raw love and hate, vowed to walk the path of humanity, and begged to offer up two of my organs.
Two birds flew off into the dusk sky.
On the road leading to the night sea, I heard behind me the roaring sound of a river in full flood.
Seeing thunder roll along the horizon, I turned back, and was granted the names and final forms of five works.
In the blizzard, as I walked toward the grave, the hand that seized my arm was nothing less than the sign of Death itself.
Even within the words “everything is guidance,” countless unspoken choices are entrusted. This covenant has no end.
After all, do human beings truly possess free will?
The human body is crucified, and the homeland of the soul is placed far away, somewhere deep within the heart.
In this world there is no longer judgment, no longer salvation. Only fragments of primordial consciousness remain, like keepsakes of oblivion, left behind merely to cope with the hallucination of passing time and the tiny slice of vision that we call our field of view.
We are here, and we are nowhere. Where has that familiar scent gone? That back. That voice.
“Emptiness” has no substance—it is only a shadow that has leaked from the storehouse consciousness, the ālaya.
Information, control, surfaces. Seeds, causality, co-creation.
The human path never knows the open sea; it can grasp only the foam at the water’s edge.
Everything passes like a dream, and these time-worn eyes simply grow dim.
I long to see you again.
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