Yuko Magaki's Painting Notes (1)
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The vision made me pick up my brush.
Black, silent
I was not there.
No one. Nothing.
Moment by moment my memory is painted black, filled with more and more black.
However, only the vision stands out in the total blackness.
In exchange for my memory being burned away, I have received this vision.
The vision has changed, like looking through a kaleidoscope.
That moment is fixed, the light drilling through my darkness.
I was born.
I was born.
I was born, I was born!