Sunlight pours down onto the earth, like tiny golden arrows. The sun aims at the countless targets moving below: people full of love, dreams, and hope. Lovers, their hearts pierced, embrace innocently. The sun smiles equally upon those who are jealous, lie, and deceive, so they may sleep soundly through the night. Of the many tears that water the desert of the heart, they pretend not to know with serious faces. Barbarians of the upper class. Beauty is shared equally among all.

Drawing & Copyright by Mic*Itaya

BEAT BEAST ASO

The magma burning at the center of the earth is the sun's double, a subterranean sun. The delicate heart of the planet that nurtures life. What message does it send, this smoke signal rising from the earth's fissures, bleeding molten blood, spewing smoke, pulsing and uplifting? Volcanoes. They throb, resonate, and tremble. A powerful, silent cry is heard. It devours, crushes, absorbs, and expels. On the canvas, a strong, magnificent, eternal beauty. The clumsy brush is powerfully swayed, then flung away. The sound of a transparent wind blows, a wild breath, clear water from the mountains springs forth, and a volcano stands inverted in a lake. I stand at its vast foot. Descendants of the primeval sun, crowned with a corona, dwelling in the mountains, with worldly and sacred beings sent by the infinite universe, guarding nature. I paint like the ancients.

BEAT BEAST ASO
Acrylic on canvas
500×1000mm
18.06.2009
Mic*Itaya