#wire in the sky

[annafridacharlotte]

[kojiarakiartworks]

July 2024 JAPAN HOKKAIDO SAPPORO

© KOJI ARAKI Art Works

Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe ：）

[ironrose-stylistlegion]

inspired by whatever is going on in this persons reverie moments

[textless]

Phone pictures. Cochise County, Arizona, January 2024.

[leavinghere]

6/17/24

[rumeko]

string figure

月遊び

[lionfloss]

by twothousands

[reallongwire]

Skies of the Day

Sat. 8-10-24

[whereifindsanity]

[mostlythemarsh]

Charge

[opposumrave]

Spring on the Horizon

March 2024

[kojiarakiartworks]

January 2007 PDX Portland Oregon U.S.A.

■Calendar of 2024 September

© KOJI ARAKI Art Works

Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe ：）

[formleadsfunction]

I think about the intro to "Give Way to Open Sky" every single day.

transcript:

[the sound of a car door, footsteps, noise like a letterbox being used. footsteps and the car door again. the sound of a phone number being dialed, the ringing, and a connection being established.] soundtrack: Give Way to Open Sky by Jack de Quidt It's me again, Hector. I promise I won't hang up this time. I promise. I had to... I had to put something in the mail, I'm sorry, but I had to, something paper, I do not trust the hands… but I trust the hands more than the air. The waves, radio and ocean and sign and wind and electromagnetic, they, they can't—they've been ripped away from us, they used to be ours, or at least we used to know how to ride them, but they're not free anymore, they ain’t loose, they're tight, they bit down on the line, like in Job 41, “Can you pull in Leviathan with a hook, or tie his tongue down with rope, or—” Nothing. It's nothing. It's—we were wrong about what Leviathan is. We thought it was aberrant, we thought it was a creature, or a clever devil, or a conspiracy. We knew it was aligned with the tall city, but we did not know how high Bluff's towers would reach. I'm going. I need to—I can feel it. It wants me to be another me, but I'm going. Don't come after me. Heard is already there, he—we made a covenant. I have to. I, I have to follow him. But I’m having thoughts. I drive between the hills and their shadows are doors to other mes I've already been, but not yet. Electrical wires give way to open sky, and, is there a difference… between me and I—the thread on the wall, I could follow it, I could open other people's eyes, there's more than one mystery. I could put this one— Shh. Shh. Wait, listen. Do you hear it? [brief, faint static] “Can you pet him like a bird? Or put him on a leash, for your maidens?” Bluff City is Leviathan, and I cannot keep silent about its limbs anymore, “its power and its graceful form, who can strip off its outer coat? Who can open its jaws, its rows of scales are its pride. One scale so near to another that no air can pass between them. Its snorts flash with light. Its eyes, like the rays of dawn, smoke billows from its nostrils, as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.” “Nothing on earth is its equal: a creature devoid of fear, it looks down on all the haughty. It is the king over all the proud.”

[textless]

[maxphotoarchive]

[rumeko]

westward

帰ろう